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The room went completely still Because that voice did not belong to any ally And what followed would not be negotiation It would be the end of balance The final player had just entered the board And everything we thought we were controlling was about to be taken away ⸻

Transaction ID X-12-RMD-04 Date/Time [Date of Tutor Gambit] Amount $800,000 Transaction ID L-7-FNL-CLP Date/Time [Date 3 Months later] Amount $1,200,000 “The $1.2 million he stole,” she pointed to the second line, “is the cost of the final structural integration after the clean-up. The payment date is three months after the initial Tudor Gambit. But look at the first line. The $800,000 initial adjustment cost—the initial, critical repair—was paid the day before the first internal audit was even scheduled.”

Stop the trading. But if I do, I might kill him too. The system keeping him alive is tied to the trading output. If the profit stops, the ventilator might stop. My hand hovers over the keyboard. Then the terminal beeps. New message. Incoming. From an unknown source. Encrypted. I decrypt it. The text scrolls across the screen, green against black. DON'T TOUCH THE LINK, GABRIEL. HE'S WORTH MORE ALIVE THAN DEAD. SIGNED, C.B.

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This was the single best chance to bring Dante down. I opened the dossier, where every single page inside was stained with blood. "I have an audio recording to submit into evidence, Your Honor." I hit the play button, and Dante's voice rang through the courtroom speakers. "Get that shipment out through Grayford Port; I've already taken care of customs. You have to route the transactions through three shell companies to ensure that the FCB doesn't find anything they can use against us." Sofia's voice could also be heard on the recording. "Dante, the profits from this shipment are enough for us to build another dock in Vallenzia. Can you buy me a designer handbag from the latest collection onc

He set down a white queen. "Now..." "...we play the final game." End of the Geneva Archive Arc

“The first time I touched cards, you were probably still scrubbing toilets.” Laughter instantly erupted around us. “Lucien’s about to destroy her.” “Feed her to the crocodiles after the boys have some fun first.” I looked at him calmly. “Finished talking? Open the cards, Mr. Moretti.” Lucien let out a mocking laugh. “So eager to lose?” The moment I saw his eyes, I knew it immediately. This hand heavily favored him. He wasn’t wrong, I might not be better at gambling than him. But I was definitely more patient.

After a moment of silence, he said, "Let's go pay a visit to Mrs. Jackman this evening." After that, he appeared to remember something. Uncertainty flickered in his eyes as he carefully handed me a card. "There's a million on it. Use it to buy Mrs. Jackman some new clothes. Just think of it as a…" I stared at the card and didn't take it. Money could never make up for what he owed us. Panic flashed in his eyes. Just as he was about to speak again, his phone rang. He glanced at his phone, hesitated for a moment, and then walked away.

He was the one who knelt in front of my father and swore he would treat me well for the rest of his life. Only then did my father agree to invest. I let out a sigh and turned to leave. "Since you think this was leveraging favors for repayment, then let's call off the engagement." The moment the door closed, violent arguing erupted on the other side. The elevated roads of Alderidge were as congested as ever. I looked up at the giant screen displaying wedding photos of Adrian and me and felt nothing but irony.