Totally Spies Inflation Suit の小説・ストーリー

I cocked my head to the side, “because you definitely just admitted corporate espionage here.” I raised my phone up where both men could see the screen, and the recorder that was still rolling and taking in all our words. They went quiet, because there was nothing to argue about anymore. They had been caught red-handed. “So how much exactly do you think we should sue for?” I leaned back and crossed my legs, ankle on knee. “Sue you for all you are worth, or so much you have to take out loans?” I paused. “The Fletcher woman,” I emphasized their words. “Is quite ruthless with corporate issues like these. She would no doubt prefer you both to do jail terms as well.”

“We’re filing a civil suit for damages against Alyra Kuda and Cassian Steele for fraud, tortious interference, and conspiracy. This is not about revenge. It’s about repair.” Before the people could rain down their numerous questions on us, we already had a good answer for them. Immediately, I followed up with the numbers and names that I had. I did my best to make my relationship with Amara on that stage to look completely normal. I didnt want anyone to get the tiniest idea that something was going on between us. I had seen how that usually ended and I was more focused on getting back my son at this point so I was more than willing to play by her rules, no matter how absurd they maybe.

His shoulders were knotted, but Jonah, who was sitting at the table, could feel the white-knuckled grip he had on the windowsill. "We need to turn it up," Maria said, her own voice strained. "We need to sue Gutter Alley and the others for slander. We need to make an example out of them." "Suits take years to drag on," Clarkson said, in a deadpan tone, still not turned to her. "And it keeps the story in the news. 'Billionaire Sues For Boy Toy Allegations.' It's what they want." "Then what?" Maria asked, throwing up her hands. "We can't just—"

While not exactly a tsunami, my lawsuit caused significant waves among the financial and legal circles. "High-Society Scandal! Naomi Sullivan of Sullivan Group Sued by Husband Over Illegal Labor Practices!" A headline like that was enough to grab everyone's attention. Naomi and Jared clearly hadn't expected me to come at them in this manner. After two days of radio silence, they chose an arrogant and foolish way to respond to the lawsuit. They held a press conference. I sat on the couch in Yvette's office, watching the live broadcast. Through the screen, I stared at the impeccably dressed Jared.

The beautiful woman realized that this was relevant information. So he wasn't a man completely immune to everything and everyone. Aaron dealt with lawsuits, and perhaps this was the first time he had talked about them. "Want to talk more about it?" she inquired. "Are you going to sell this information too?" "No. I'll create a tabloid with exclusive news about you," she laughed. "Billionaire Aaron Granger admits to making sexual jokes to his partners and gets sued for it."

Their murmurs rose and I knew a fight was brewing. Then I said the next sentence. “All of this evidence means their lawsuit has no legal foundation.” Evan let out a long breath. The tension in his shoulders eased a little. Across the table from me, the man who started the coup shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “That still doesn’t address the public scandal.” “It does,” I said. I moved another document across the table to him. “Because Wolfe Capital has now filed a countersuit against Harrington Global for fraud.” The room erupted into a cacophony of questions.

Two officers stepped out. “Ms. Spencer,” one of them said, “you’re under investigation for the theft of Voyager Tech’s core confidential data. Please come with us.” Her heart dropped. She took a few steps back, her face drained of color. “No! I don’t understand what you’re talking about! This has nothing to do with me!” “Ms. Spencer, please cooperate with our investigation.” “Wait! Let me make a phone call first!” Hands shaking, she dug her phone out of her bag and dialed Eric’s number. “Eric Lincoln, you set me up, didn’t you?”

The room quieted as I adjusted the microphone. "Thank you all for coming." My voice was steady, stronger than I felt. "Two weeks ago, Victoria Sinclair filed a lawsuit against Tony Stark and myself, alleging corporate fraud and market manipulation. She claimed we conspired to illegally acquire Morrison Holdings at below-market value. She presented what appeared to be compelling evidence, emails, financial records, communications that seemed to prove her case." I paused, letting the tension build. "That evidence was completely fabricated." Murmurs rippled through the crowd. Camera flashes intensified.

“Which means he’s already moved to phase three.” Seraphina frowned. “What’s phase three?” Lucien stood, eyes dark. “Personal destruction.” As if summoned, Elias burst back in. “We have a problem.” Lucien didn’t look away from Seraphina. “How bad?” Elias swallowed. “Jonathan filed a civil suit.” Seraphina’s breath caught. “Against who?” Elias hesitated. “Against you.” The room went very still. “For what?” Lucien asked quietly. “Conspiracy,” Elias said. “Undue influence. Emotional manipulation of an executive.”

He hadn't anticipated their fighting back with a full-frontal confession and legal action. ​"You're bluffing," he sneered, but the hesitation was there. ​"Are we?" I countered. "The board just authorized a lawsuit against your proxy, Finch. You think they’ll hesitate to sue the founder for corporate espionage and data theft? If you copy that code, the MNN broadcasts proof that you, Dominic Reed, orchestrated the entire Sector 4 crisis. It’s a zero-sum game, Dominic. Copy the code, and you win the IP but lose your freedom."