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The morning shift at Walker Industries' bottling plant had just begun when the health inspectors arrived. Six of them, wearing crisp white coats and carrying metal clipboards, striding through the front entrance like they owned it. Brent was in his office at the Phoenix Foundation when James called. "They're saying it's a routine inspection," James said, his voice tight. "But they have an anonymous tip about contamination in the water supply." Brent's fingers drummed against his desk. Nothing was routine anymore. Not since Marion's arrest last week. "I'm on my way. Call Tommy and Jessica – I want them there. And get Ling to pull our latest safety reports." The factory sprawled across ten acres on the city's east side. Three hundred workers. State-of-the-art filtration systems. It was Brent's pride – proof that business could thrive while treating workers right. Now, as he pulled into the parking lot, he saw news vans gathering like vultures. Tommy met him at the entrance, hi
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The city council chambers buzzed with tension. Hundreds packed the seats, spilling into the aisles. News cameras lined the back wall, their red lights blinking like watchful eyes. Brent Walker stood at the podium, a worn leather ledger resting beneath his hands. Marion Chen sat at the council table, her designer suit and perfect makeup a shield against what was coming. But Brent saw the tiny tremor in her manicured fingers as she shuffled papers. "Ms. Chen," Brent began, his voice carrying through the microphone. "For six years, you've served as head of the Worker's Compensation Board. A position of trust." "If you have accusations, Mr. Walker, make them." Marion's tone was ice. Brent opened the ledger. The spine crackled – a sound like breaking glass in the hushed room. "Three million dollars," he said. "Diverted from injury compensation funds into a series of offshore accounts. Shell companies. Private investments." He looked up. "Your investments." Marion's laugh was prac
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Jake Smith had never liked sharing power, but prison had a way of changing a man’s priorities. Especially when the world outside still belonged to Brent Walker.He read the letter again, his fingers trembling. The lawyer’s handwriting was neat, almost cheerful, as if organizing a prison break was just another day at the office. Jake slid the note across the table to Carl Stone, who studied it in silence.“It’s time,” Carl said. “The Chens are moving. We move with them.”Jake nodded, his jaw tight. “Brent thinks he’s untouchable now. The city’s singing his name, but they haven’t seen what we can do together.”Carl’s smile was slow, wolfish. “He made one mistake.”Jake raised an eyebrow. “Which?”Carl leaned in. “He let us live.”They said nothing for a moment, listening to the distant clang of metal doors and the mutter of guards. Around them, the prison cafeteria was a cage full of hungry men, but Jake and Carl had already found their way out—at least in their minds.“This time, we
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The Phoenix Foundation's courtyard was alive with color. Kids chased each other around tables stacked high with fruit, bread, and little cartons of juice fresh from Brent's factory. The air smelled of food and hope. Music played from a battered speaker, just loud enough to drown out the city's noise. Brent Walker stood near the doors, sleeves rolled, greeting people as they came. He shook hands, posed for photos, and hugged old men who remembered when the neighborhood was just concrete and dreams. Lucy floated nearby, hair up, cheeks flushed with laughter as she corralled kids toward the crafts table. For a few hours, everything felt simple. Tommy and Jessica manned the grill. Adam darted between booths, his phone at the ready, snapping pictures for the Foundation's social feed. Sofia handed out pamphlets on workplace rights, her smile infectious. Even Ling had let herself dress down, sipping lemonade and watching the crowd with cautious satisfaction. People came i
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Sofia sat in the back of the rideshare, knuckles white on her phone. Her nerves had barely settled since her undercover day at Marion Blake’s office. She kept replaying the moment Marion caught her in the office, the sharpness in her eyes, the threat in her voice. “If I catch you in here again, you’re gone.” That voice echoed in Sofia’s head as the city lights whirred past. She got out two blocks from the Phoenix Foundation, moving fast and glancing over her shoulder. She’d taken the long way, sure she was being followed. It didn’t help that someone in a gray sedan had tailed her for three turns before peeling off. She climbed the stairs two at a time and let herself into the Foundation’s back door. Ling was waiting in the kitchen, eyes dark with worry. “Did you get anything?” Ling whispered. Sofia nodded, pulling out her phone. “I took pictures of everything I could. There’s one more thing. Marion’s shredding files. I saw her feed whole stacks into the machine. She’s scared.”
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Prison wasn’t built for men like Victor Lang. He was used to deals in smoky boardrooms, not iron bars and cold food. But he adapted—he always did. He watched, he waited, he learned the routines. It took weeks, but eventually he found the weak link—Warden Harris, a man with expensive tastes and a failing marriage. Victor called him over one evening, voice low. “You like horses, Harris?” The warden stiffened. “What’s it to you?” Victor smiled. “I have friends on the outside. They could help with your debt. All I need is a favor.” Harris hesitated, but Victor saw the hunger in his eyes. “What kind of favor?” the warden asked. “I want a meeting. Me, Sarah Chen, Robert Chen. One hour. No guards, just us.” Harris shook his head. “Impossible.” Victor leaned forward, voice a whisper. “Nothing’s impossible. Not with the right incentive.” He slid a slip of paper across the table. Harris read it, eyes widening at the number. “Half now, half after the meeting,” Victor said. Harris
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