2026-02-17 07:00:00Chapter 531: The Whispering Gallery
The eleventh hour on Monday morning at the Emerald Multisource Corporation (EMC) headquarters felt like the inside of a pressure cooker. The air conditioning hummed, but it couldn't cool the rising heat of anxiety radiating from every cubicle.Alisha Carl walked through the HR department, her heels clicking a rhythmic, sharp cadence against the marble floor. She held a stack of "Employee Assistance" brochures, but her mind was focused on the cold, c
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Chapter 540: The Pivot of PowerThe sunset over the harbor was a bruised purple, casting long, jagged shadows across the rooftop lounge where Liam Carter stood. He didn't turn when he heard the hesitant click of Alisha’s heels on the hardwood. The air was cool, carrying the scent of salt and the distant, muffled roar of the city’s evening rush.Alisha stopped several feet behind him, her arms wrapped around herself as if she were freezing despite the mild temperature. "You called for me? The office is a madhouse, Liam. The ESU has taken over the fourth floor. They’re locking down hard drives and questioning everyone. I barely made it out without being followed."Liam turned slowly, his expression unreadable, though his eyes held a predatory glint. "The ESU involvement has changed the geometry of the board, Alisha. This isn't just a corporate scandal anymore. It’s a federal crime scene. Sterling and Williams have built a fortress, but they’ve left a trail of blood in the
Chapter 539: The Architecture of Fear
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Chapter 537: The Smokescreen
Chapter 537: The SmokescreenThe silence in Liam’s penthouse was absolute, broken only by the hum of the climate control. Kai stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking down at the sprawling grid of Emerald Falls. Liam sat nearby, nursing a glass of scotch, his eyes fixed on the city he intended to own.Kai’s phone vibrated against his palm. He checked the screen—a scrambled string of digits originating from Red Waters, a coastal city known for its brutal gangs and even more brutal secrets.He swiped the screen and held the phone to his ear. "Talk to me, Scarface.""You’re asking about the mess at the textile mill?" Scarface’s voice was a low, gravelly rasp, distorted by long-distance encryption. "I heard the chatter on the wire. Someone’s been using my name, Kai. Someone’s been wearing our colors and shooting up the East District with submachine guns."Kai leaned his shoulder against the window frame. "Witnesses saw the jackets. They saw the tattoos. Detecti
Chapter 536: The Cost of Loose Ends
Chapter 536: The Cost of Loose EndsThe midday sun beat down on the floor-to-ceiling glass of Williams Jesse’s private office, but the warmth felt distant, almost offensive. Williams stood with his back to the door, his reflection in the glass looking older, the lines around his eyes deepened by a week of sleepless nights and high-stakes deception. His phone buzzed on the mahogany desk behind him—a short, jagged vibration that signaled a message from the dark web relay he used to communicate with the "contractors."He turned and picked up the device. The message was brief: Target escaped. Heavy resistance. One casualty on our side. Area compromised by local PD and ESU. Standing down."Incompetent fools," Williams hissed, his voice a low, dangerous snarl. He threw the phone onto the leather surface of his desk.He had spent sixty thousand dollars of the stolen EMC reserves to hire a specialized crew from the North District—men who didn't know his name, only his digita
Chapter 535: The Blood Trail
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