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360. Rooftop And A Conference
The Westmont building had been abandoned for years.Once a symbol of high rise ambition, the skeletal structure now loomed over the edge of the city like a forgotten ghost. Its scaffolding was rusted, its elevators inoperable, and its name had long since been scraped from the marble lobby wall. Yet tonight, it would serve as the setting for a conversation that might alter the course of Van’s life.He arrived just before midnight, dressed in a simple dark coat and boots. No entourage. No driver. Just him and the city, veiled in fog.The security gate had been left open —deliberately, no doubt. He pushed through, boots crunching softly on gravel and broken glass. The building was quiet except for the wind moaning between the steel girders.Van climbed thirteen flights of cracked concrete stairs before reaching the roof.Andrew was already there.He stood near the edge, hands in the pockets of his long coat, his posture casual. But Van knew better. His brother was never casual about anyt
357. The Weight Of The Truth
Van stood before the towering windows of his office, the city below awash in a gray drizzle that blurred the skyline. From up here, everything seemed so distant —quiet and orderly. But beneath the polished surface of the glass and steel, things were unraveling. He could feel it.It had been a month since the meeting with his family. Andrew had grown unusually distant since then, barely answering Van’s calls and avoiding internal meetings under the guise of travel or back -to -back commitments. Van had let it slide for a while— he didn’t want to push too hard —but the silence was starting to weigh on him.This morning’s reports had only made it worse. A quiet investigation he had launched into the company’s archival records revealed a number of discrepancies in the years Andrew had handled strategic partnerships. Most of the flagged deals were with now defunct shell companies, structured in a way that ensured they flew under radar. There wasn’t anything definitive yet. But Van trusted
357. The Weight Of The Truth
Van stood before the towering windows of his office, the city below awash in a gray drizzle that blurred the skyline. From up here, everything seemed so distant —quiet and orderly. But beneath the polished surface of the glass and steel, things were unraveling. He could feel it.It had been a month since the meeting with his family. Andrew had grown unusually distant since then, barely answering Van’s calls and avoiding internal meetings under the guise of travel or back -to -back commitments. Van had let it slide for a while— he didn’t want to push too hard —but the silence was starting to weigh on him.This morning’s reports had only made it worse. A quiet investigation he had launched into the company’s archival records revealed a number of discrepancies in the years Andrew had handled strategic partnerships. Most of the flagged deals were with now defunct shell companies, structured in a way that ensured they flew under radar. There wasn’t anything definitive yet. But Van trusted
357. The Weight Of The Truth
Van stood before the towering windows of his office, the city below awash in a gray drizzle that blurred the skyline. From up here, everything seemed so distant —quiet and orderly. But beneath the polished surface of the glass and steel, things were unraveling. He could feel it.It had been a month since the meeting with his family. Andrew had grown unusually distant since then, barely answering Van’s calls and avoiding internal meetings under the guise of travel or back -to -back commitments. Van had let it slide for a while— he didn’t want to push too hard —but the silence was starting to weigh on him.This morning’s reports had only made it worse. A quiet investigation he had launched into the company’s archival records revealed a number of discrepancies in the years Andrew had handled strategic partnerships. Most of the flagged deals were with now defunct shell companies, structured in a way that ensured they flew under radar. There wasn’t anything definitive yet. But Van trusted
356. Ready
Shadows and StillnessThe morning sun poured through the tall windows of Van’s home office, casting long golden beams across the floor. Van stood at the center of the room, buttoning the cuffs of his crisp white shirt while glancing over the reports spread out on his desk. His tie hung around his neck, forgotten for now. The stillness of the house was deceptive. Somewhere, Ivy was gently humming a lullaby to the baby, and the twins were already in the backyard with the nanny, chasing butterflies and screaming with glee.He was due at the office in an hour, but Van’s mind wasn’t on his meetings or even the proposal on his screen. It was on Andrew.For the past few days, a quiet tension had begun to settle in the space between the brothers. Andrew had been evasive, responding to Van’s requests for clarification on some older company files with vague answers or redirecting the topic entirely. It wasn’t like him. Andrew could be blunt and irritable, but he never lied —at least not before.
355. The Edge Of Knowing
Van stood by the wide glass window of his office, a steaming mug of black coffee in hand. The city skyline stretched beyond him —sharp steel and foggy sunlight colliding in a haze of gold. But none of it brought him peace. Not this morning.He had barely slept. Even the quiet warmth of Ivy nestled beside him hadn't eased the pressure building inside his chest. The meeting from yesterday kept playing in his mind, looping with new meaning every time he replayed Andrew’s words.“Don’t dwell on the past, Van. It never leads anywhere good.”It was meant to sound like brotherly advice, but there had been something under it. A flicker in Andrew’s expression, just enough to nudge Van’s instincts awake.Something was off.He turned away from the window and crossed the room to his desk. His assistant had left a folder marked "Private: Internal Review" on top. He opened it quickly, scanning through procurement records, personnel changes, and flagged audits. Nothing seemed particularly suspicious
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