2026-02-02 04:35:31“Delete this call after we hang up.”
Frank didn’t answer immediately. The woman’s voice on the line was steady, but too careful, like someone walking across glass they knew would eventually crack. “You said your name was Claire Han,” Frank said.
“Yes.”
“And you work in internal compliance at Forbes Tech.”
“Yes.”
Silence stretched. Frank stepped into the kitchen, closing the door softly behind him. The clock on the wall ticked louder than it should have.
“You understand,” Frank said calmly, “that if this is a trap, you’ve just walked into the wrong narrative.”
Claire exhaled shakily. “I’m counting on that.”
The System shimmered faintly in Frank’s peripheral vision.
New variable detected.
Frank leaned against the counter. “Why call me?”
“Because Ryan is panicking,” Claire said. “And when he panics, he burns people.”
Frank’s jaw tightened. “Including you?”
“Yes.”
“Talk.”
Claire didn’t hesitate. “There are sealed reports. Misconduct reports. Promotions flagged for review and buried.”
Frank closed his eyes briefly. “By who?”
“By order,” she said. “Executive-level order.”
The word settled heavily between them. Evelyn. Frank opened his eyes. “How many reports?”
Claire swallowed. “Enough to destroy reputations. Enough to prove pattern.”
The System pulsed once. Data cluster detected: High-value leverage.
“Why didn’t you come forward earlier?” Frank asked.
“I tried,” Claire replied quickly. “Twice. Both times the files vanished. The third time, Ryan warned me.”
Frank’s voice sharpened. “Warned you how?”
“He told me,” she said, voice trembling now, “that loyalty was being measured.”
Frank straightened. “And you failed the test.”
“Yes.”
“Good,” Frank said. “Means you still have a spine.”
There was a pause on the line. “You’re not afraid?”
“I already died once,” Frank replied flatly. “Fear has diminishing returns.”
The System flickered. Psychological dominance established.
Claire took a breath. “I can get you access.”
Frank smiled faintly. “That’s what I was hoping you’d say.”
Ryan Cole slammed his office door shut. “Tell me again why this idiot is still breathing,” he snarled.
The PR consultant across from him adjusted his glasses. “Because killing people complicates optics.”
Ryan glared. “You think optics matter when my career is on fire?”
“They matter more,” the consultant replied calmly. “Which is why we pivot.”
Ryan paced. “Pivot to what?”
“To sympathy,” the consultant said. “And distraction.”
Ryan stopped. “Explain.”
The man slid a folder across the desk. “Claire Han.”
Ryan’s eyes narrowed. “Compliance girl?”
“She’s been digging,” the consultant said. “Unsuccessfully, but persistently.”
Ryan scoffed. “She’s harmless.”
“Harmless people don’t survive internal audits,” the consultant replied. “We frame her.”
Ryan grinned slowly. “As?”
“Your coercer,” the consultant said. “She pressured you. Manipulated data. You were her victim.”
Ryan laughed. “That’s insane.”
“Insanity sells,” the consultant said. “Truth is optional.”
Ryan leaned back, satisfied. “Do it.”
Neither of them noticed the security camera light blinking red. Frank arrived at the underground parking garage ten minutes early.
He stood beside his car, hands in his pockets, eyes scanning reflections in the concrete pillars. The System whispered. Surveillance probability: High.
Frank smiled to himself. “Of course.”
Footsteps echoed. Claire emerged from the stairwell, clutching a tablet to her chest. She looked smaller in person. Younger. Terrified. “You came alone,” she said.
Frank nodded. “So did you.”
She hesitated. “You said to trust you.”
“I said I’d protect you,” Frank corrected. “Trust is earned.”
The System chimed. Multiple signals detected.
Frank’s gaze shifted upward. “We’re not alone.”
Claire froze. “What?”
“Camera,” Frank said quietly. “Corner pillar. Just turned.”
Her face drained of color. “Ryan?”
Frank shook his head. “No. He’d want to see this himself.”
A voice echoed through the garage speakers. “Mr. Forbes,” the consultant said smoothly. “We were hoping you’d show.”
Claire gasped. “Oh God.”
Frank didn’t move. “Claire Han,” the voice continued, “you’ve been named in an internal investigation for data tampering.”
Claire shook. “That’s a lie!”
Frank spoke calmly. “You’re moving too fast.”
The consultant chuckled. “We’re moving now.”
The System flashed violently. Betrayal confirmed.
Two security guards stepped out from behind a truck. Frank raised a hand slightly. “Easy.”
The consultant’s voice sharpened. “Hand over the tablet, Claire.”
She clutched it tighter. “No.”
Frank turned to her. “Claire.”
She looked at him, eyes wet. “They’ll destroy me.”
“They’ll try,” Frank said. “Give me the tablet.”
She hesitated, then handed it over. The guards advanced. Frank didn’t flinch. He tapped the screen once. Every speaker in the garage crackled.
A recorded voice filled the space. Ryan’s voice. “…if compliance keeps digging, make her the fall girl. Evelyn will sign off. She always does.”
Silence crashed down. The consultant’s voice came back, tight now. “That recording is inadmissible.”
Frank smiled. “It’s not for court.”
The guards stopped. Frank continued, voice echoing through concrete. “It’s for the board. The press. And the investors already watching their portfolios bleed.”
Claire stared at him. “You recorded him?”
Frank shook his head. “No.”
The System pulsed. Passive capture complete.
“He recorded himself,” Frank said. “I just waited.”
The consultant cursed under his breath. “Cut the feed!”
Too late. Frank’s phone buzzed, dozens of notifications flooding in. Claire whispered, “You planned this.”
Frank met her eyes. “I planned for panic.”
At Evelyn’s penthouse, the phone rang nonstop. She answered one call, then another, then threw the phone against the wall. “Fix it!” she screamed.
Ryan stood frozen near the window, face white. “That recording”
“You idiot!” Evelyn shouted. “You said there was nothing!”
Ryan stammered. “I—I didn’t know”
Evelyn laughed suddenly. Low. Dangerous. “Frank.”
She turned slowly, eyes burning. “He’s dismantling us piece by piece.”
Ryan swallowed. “What do we do?”
Evelyn smiled coldly. “We stop playing defense.”
Back in the garage, police sirens wailed in the distance. Claire slumped against a pillar, shaking. “I thought I was dead.”
Frank handed her his jacket. “You were close.”
She looked up at him. “Why help me?”
Frank considered. “Because systems rot when good people stay silent,” he said. “And because you’re useful.”
She almost laughed. “Honest.”
The System chimed softly. Alliance stabilized.
Frank’s phone rang. Board Chair. He answered. “Yes?”
The voice was tense. “We need to talk.”
Frank glanced at Claire. “So do I.”
He hung up and turned to her. “You’re coming with me.”
Her eyes widened. “Where?”
Frank smiled faintly. “To testify.”
The System pulsed again, harder. Warning, Hidden variable approaching.
Frank’s smile faded. Across the garage, a car engine started. Too quietly. Frank’s head snapped up. “Claire, move!”
Gunfire shattered the night.
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“Down!”The word barely left Frank’s mouth before the gunshot echoed through the garage. Claire screamed as concrete exploded inches from where her head had been.Frank slammed into her, dragging her behind the pillar as another shot rang out, sharp, controlled, professional. “That wasn’t a warning,” Claire cried.Frank pressed her head down. “No. That was a message.”The System flared violently across his vision. Lethal intent confirmed, Shooter skill level: High, Escape probability: 31%.Frank exhaled once. Slow. Focused. “Can you run?” he asked.Claire shook her head. “My legs”“Then you crawl,” Frank said. “When I say now, you move.”Another bullet ricocheted, sparks screaming off steel, A calm voice echoed from somewhere in the shadows. “Frank Forbes,” the man called. “You really should’ve stayed dead.”Claire’s breath hitched. “He knows you.”Frank’s jaw tightened. “I know of him.”The System chimed. Identity match: Victor Kane, Private contractor. Clean record. No witnesses.Fr
Chapter 8: The Ally Who Might Kill You
“Delete this call after we hang up.”Frank didn’t answer immediately. The woman’s voice on the line was steady, but too careful, like someone walking across glass they knew would eventually crack. “You said your name was Claire Han,” Frank said.“Yes.”“And you work in internal compliance at Forbes Tech.”“Yes.”Silence stretched. Frank stepped into the kitchen, closing the door softly behind him. The clock on the wall ticked louder than it should have.“You understand,” Frank said calmly, “that if this is a trap, you’ve just walked into the wrong narrative.”Claire exhaled shakily. “I’m counting on that.”The System shimmered faintly in Frank’s peripheral vision.New variable detected.Trust probability: 42%.Frank leaned against the counter. “Why call me?”“Because Ryan is panicking,” Claire said. “And when he panics, he burns people.”Frank’s jaw tightened. “Including you?”“Yes.”“Talk.”Claire didn’t hesitate. “There are sealed reports. Misconduct reports. Promotions flagged for
Chapter 7: The First Counterattack
“They’re running the story.”Frank was halfway down the stairs when Evelyn’s voice cut through the house, sharp and urgent. She stood in the living room with her phone pressed to her ear, pacing like a trapped animal.“No, don’t deny it,” she snapped. “Redirect it. Frame it as emotional instability”Frank stopped. The System pulsed once, slow and deliberate. Conflict detected: Narrative seizure in progress.Frank descended the last step. “Who’s ‘they’?”Evelyn spun toward him. “Ryan.”Frank nodded. “Of course.”She stabbed a finger at the television. “Turn that off.”Frank didn’t. The anchor’s voice filled the room. “…sources close to Ryan Cole allege that Frank Forbes exhibited violent and controlling behavior long before last night’s incident”Evelyn swallowed. “This is bad.”Frank tilted his head. “This is predictable.”The anchor continued. “…with claims suggesting Forbes’s public outburst was the culmination of long-standing emotional volatility”Frank exhaled slowly. The System
Chapter 6: Founder by Force
Frank didn’t sleep. He lay on the couch fully dressed, one arm draped over the edge, eyes fixed on the ceiling fan as it turned in slow, uneven circles.Every creak of the house sounded louder than it should have. Every vibration of his phone made his pulse spike. The System stayed silent. That worried him. At 6:12 a.m., his phone buzzed anyway.BOARD CHAIR: Call moved up. 7:00 a.m. Virtual. Be ready.Frank sat up and rubbed his face. “Of course,” he muttered.The System responded immediately.Critical Engagement detected. Cognitive clarity boosted: +15%.A cool sharpness slid into place behind his eyes, cutting through fatigue. “Figures,” Frank said quietly.Evelyn was already awake. Frank found her in the kitchen, staring into a mug she hadn’t touched. Her hair was pulled back too tightly, makeup flawless in a way that suggested armor, not confidence.“You look like hell,” she said without looking up.Frank poured himself coffee. “You look like someone who just realized control is t
Chapter 5: Terms and Conditions
Frank didn’t rush home. He walked. The city felt different when he moved through it without shrinking himself.People brushed past him, unaware that markets were convulsing because of a name they were only just rediscovering.Screens in storefronts replayed Evelyn’s forced press statement. Commentators speculated. Analysts argued. Frank listened to none of it.The System stayed quiet, which unsettled him more than the warnings. When he reached the house, dusk had settled. Lights were on inside. Good. She hadn’t taken Lena again.Frank unlocked the door and stepped in. Evelyn was standing in the living room, phone pressed to her ear, pacing.She stopped when she saw him and ended the call without a word. “Close the door,” she said.Frank did. For a moment, they just looked at each other. Not as husband and wife. Not as enemies. As adversaries who knew each other too well. “You blindsided me,” Evelyn said finally.Frank shrugged out of his coat. “You toasted to not hiding.”“That wasn’t
Chapter 4: Market Open
The opening bell rang at exactly 9:30 a.m. Across the city, screens lit up in synchronized motion, trading floors, private offices, coffee shops, phones held in distracted hands.Green arrows surged. Numbers jumped. FORBES TECH (FTX): +18%Applause erupted inside the main trading room. Evelyn Forbes stood at the glass wall overlooking the floor, spine straight, expression composed.If anyone looked closely, they might notice her fingers digging into her palm hard enough to leave half-moon marks.“IPO momentum is strong,” the CFO said behind her. “If we stabilize through the first hour, this will be a historic debut.”Evelyn nodded. “Good.”Her phone vibrated. She didn’t look at it. Instead, she asked, “Any unusual flags?”The room went quiet. The legal counsel cleared his throat. “There’s… one thing.”Evelyn turned slowly. “Say it.”“Several institutional accounts are delaying secondary buys. They’re waiting on… clarification.”“Clarification of what?”He hesitated. “Ownership structu
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