Jason walked both women outside. He ran to the sleek black Mercedes Maybach Sedan he had prepared for them before he even arrived, and did the courtesy of opening the door for Mrs. Ishani first, then for his girlfriend. Priyanka gave him a small, grateful smile as she slid into the seat. Mrs. Ishani adjusted her sari and sighed, finally looking a little relieved for the first time in weeks. The doors shut gently, and the Maybach rolled away, disappearing into the traffic.Jason stood still for a moment, his reflection faint in the glass doors of the police station. When he turned back inside, a cluster of people lingered near the entrance, cameras raised. Some were media, others just curious citizens capturing the scene of the young Echelon Eight taking charge. Jason ignored them all. He had bigger matters to settle.Inside, the chief of police was waiting. The man was already sweating nervously, as if Jason’s presence alone was a kind of pressure cooker.“Sir,” Jason began, his tone

Victoria Lang.Rowan stood there, numb, unable to move a limb. He wasn’t sure what emotion to feel –whether to cry or to roar or to end his own life. But one thing was certain, he was not dreaming; this was real. Vicky was dead. Unable to carry the weight of his body anymore, Rowan crumpled and fell to his knee ,s and water began to flow from his eyes, slowly but surely. The firefighters put out the fire and left the company after sympathizing with Rowan, and the medical team wrapped up what was left of Victoria Lang. Jason appeared behind him, placing his hand over his mouth in absolute shock. He just witnessed the death of Mia his ex when Rowan called and as much as he had hoped Rowan was only kidding, this was very real.Rowan couldn’t still shake the thought that this was a reality and not some fictional story. This was real, Victoria Lang –his long life friend and partner, the only lady who truly loved him for him right from college and has promised to love him more than his e

“Victoria Lang Dead – CEO of LangCorp Confirmed Killed in Explosion.”Every channel ran the same grim loop: the blackened shell of LangCorp Tower, smoke still trailing into the sky. The camera panned across firemen dragging out what little remained of the top floors, the chaos of sirens and flashing lights filling the background.A reporter’s voice trembled as she spoke into her mic: “Police have confirmed that the blast originated from the thirty-sixth floor… Victoria Lang’s personal office. At this time, investigators believe the explosion was deliberate, and… that Miss Lang was the target.”Jane sat on the edge of her desk, shoulders shaking, her coffee untouched and gone cold. She couldn’t turn the volume off, couldn’t look away. The world was mourning the woman she had failed to protect.Her phone buzzed nonstop beside her. Twitter feeds, Instagram tributes, TikTok edits—every platform had turned her boss into a legend overnight.“Rest in power, Victoria Lang. A queen taken too

The room shifted uneasily. The guards smirked, but Jane noticed the faint tremor in their voices, the way they wouldn’t quite meet Rowan’s eyes. They were lying. Covering something. She could feel it in her bones.Rowan stepped forward, closing the space between him and the Chief. His shadow fell over the man, swallowing him whole. For the first time, the officer’s smirk faltered.“Then I suppose,” Rowan said softly, almost a whisper, “we’ll just have to find the truth another way.”The Chief Security Officer crossed his arms, forcing a laugh. “Truth? You’ll find nothing. The cameras were down. Maintenance, you see. Real convenient, eh?”Rowan’s head tilted, his expression unreadable. “Maintenance?” He let the word roll slowly off his tongue, as though tasting it for flaws. “Strange. A system like this doesn’t just go into maintenance without someone signing off. Someone authorizes it. Someone logs it.”Jane’s eyes widened. She knew where this was going. The man in front of Rowan migh

The room buzzed with frantic keystrokes and hushed commands. Screens flickered with data feeds, traffic camera loops, and firewall logs. Elias barked orders, his men scrambling like dogs under a whip.But amid the chaos… suddenly,“I’M GUILTY!!”The words tore through the room like glass shattering.Everyone froze. Fingers hovered above keyboards. Screens reflected pale, frightened faces.James dropped to his knees, clutching his bloodied jaw, tears streaming down his face like a broken child. His body shook, his chest heaving with each ragged sob.“I-I’m guilty…” he whimpered. “Please, forgive me… I… I was promised money… Zane… he, he offered me 40 Bitcoin if I erased the footage… i-if I looked the other way… if I let his man in. I-I deleted logs, rerouted backups, falsified the check-in registers… Oh God, I didn’t know it would kill her. I didn’t know he would—”Rowan’s lips curved into a thin, knowing smile. He stepped forward, his shadow stretching over James like death itself. He