Secret Clasd Novels & Stories

Adder’s smile didn’t falter as she started to walk around, handing out manila envelopes with dossiers on each of their dirty dealings. “And what makes you think you can force us to do….” Clark’s angry voice trailed off as he looked in his envelope. His face, along with all the others in the room, blanching at the contents. “These are hard copies of every naughty, dirty, and illegal activity. I have others locked away safely elsewhere and have digital copies on secured servers that if Mason or I don’t change the password every few days get leaked to every local and global media outlet.” she outlined a glint in her copper eyes that matched the diabolical smirk.

"Search the Sterling directory for Clara's name. Now." I threw myself back into the leather chair, my hands flying across the keyboard. My fingers were shaking, cold sweat slicking the keys. I pulled up the search bar in the Sterling Trust mainframe. Search: Clara Sterling. A single, encrypted folder appeared on the screen. It was locked with a sixteen-digit alphanumeric key. "It's encrypted," I said, my voice cracking. "I can't open it without the master decryption key. If I force it, the system will auto-delete the files and trigger the pre-scheduled leak to the federal prosecutor."

"Did my aunt tell you to do anything today?" She lowered her head. "Yes." "And you weren't going to tell me?" I snapped. "I was! She only just called!" Clara whispered. "She told me to find a document in your room about the new investments. I’m supposed to get it for her tomorrow." I started to laugh. It was so predictable. "No wonder her lapdog showed up at my office today. They’re planning a coup." I walked to my room, grabbed the files, and tossed them to her. Her eyes went wide. "You're... you're giving them to her?"

His secure device — a phone connected only to his private network lit up. 1 New Message. Unknown Sender. He frowned, unlocked it. Subject: Your father’s sins don’t stay buried. Body: Round one begins soon. An attachment followed — a half-corrupted document stamped with the Blackwood Industries seal. Adrian’s stomach dropped. The document was barely readable, but the words that were legible made his blood run cold: PROJECT ARCADIA — FUNDING TRANSFER AUTHORISED BY…ARCADIA — FUNDING TRANSFER AUTHORIZED BY…

SELENE'S POV The document arrived through Clara at nine in the morning, flagged urgent, sourced from the secure archive channel Martin Reeves had been using before he went dark. Which meant Reeves had not gone entirely dark and he had chosen this specific moment to resurface what he had been holding back deliberately. Clara placed the envelope on my desk without opening it, which was her way of telling me she had read the cover notation and understood it was meant for me alone. I thanked her and waited until she closed the door before I picked it up.

That ended today. Someone knocked on my door. "Come in" The security chief entered with two large guards behind him. They looked serious and ready for trouble. "What can we do for you sir" the chief asked. "I need you to find Karen Tyler" I said. "She used to be my secretary. Find her and escort her out of the building immediately" "She is being terminated" the chief asked. "She was terminated days ago but she keeps coming back" I said. "I want her removed and banned from this building permanently. She is not allowed to return for any reason"

the secretary hesitated “Meaning?” Cole asked “It traces back to someone with executive clearance.” the secretary said, meeting Cole’s gaze, “What are their names?” he demanded “There are only a few people with that level of access," he said, taking a deep breath “I want to hear them," he demanded further "Miss Ana was one of them," he said, his voice cracking. Cole fell silent; for a moment he went still before asking, “Are you certain?” he asked the secretary “Yes, sir," the secretary replied. “There are no assumptions.”

Isabella whispered. “Good.” He set his rifle aside and started tapping through the console. “Let’s see what they left behind.” Within seconds, the monitor glowed with fragmented data — encrypted files, corrupted logs, and one folder blinking in red. PROJECT ECHELON – CLASSIFIED / LEVEL 9 CLEARANCE REQUIRED Alexander exhaled slowly. “Bingo.” He connected his portable decryptor — a compact device clipped to his belt — and let it work. Lines of code flashed across the screen. “Come on…” he muttered under his breath.

“There’s an underground section beneath this building. I want to know what’s in it.” His eyes flickered. “There’s nothing—” I lifted my phone. “All right,” he said quickly. “It was sealed years ago. Old council records, meeting rooms, storage.” “Names,” I said. “What kind of records.” He sighed. “Alphas. Treaties. Conflicts that were never made public. Files that contradicted official histories.” My pulse quickened, but I kept my voice steady. “Access points.” “There’s a latch behind the third shelf in the west archive,” he said. “It’s keyed to staff clearance, but I can get you inside.”

“I’ve noticed. He kind of likes to annoy you.” “Oh, it’s his life mission.” Mrs. Fisher cleared her throat from the front. “Alright, who can tell me the first step?” Dead silence. I looked at my desk. Eye contact meant certain death and I wasn't prepared for that. Ella leaned closer, whispering, “I don’t get why letters get to hang out with numbers. It just feels wrong.” I smirked. “They call it algebra. I call it identity theft.” Her laugh escaped before she could stop it, and Mrs. Fisher’s gaze snapped to us. “Is something funny?”