306. The Drive
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The flash drive was small, metallic, unmarked.

It sat on Van’s desk like a tiny, dangerous weapon.

The weight of it wasn’t physical— it was psychological. Isadora had handed it to him with calm eyes but a loaded warning:

“If I disappear, give this to the press.”

Now Van held it between his fingers, debating whether to look. The temptation was obvious. The fear? Much worse.

But he didn’t hesitate long.

He plugged it in.

The drive opened with a single folder: VANE.

Van clicked it.

Inside were six files.

1. Transcript_2003.docx

2. Vane_Notes.pdf

3. Everest_DisbursementRecords.xlsx

4. Audio_Excerpt.mp3

5. Surveillance_Video.mov

6. Letter_to_Isadora.txt

His breath caught.

He opened the transcript first.

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Transcript_2003.docx

Meeting between Simon Vane and Marcus Everest

Partial Recording - October 5, 2003

Unofficial, transcribed by S.V.

> SIMON: You’ve crossed the line, Marcus. This isn’t just payout money. This is blackmail.

Marcus: You think I care what you call it? You broke your con
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