2025-06-09 00:03:26Jessica was the last to leave the safehouse that morning. She watched the sun rise, and tried to shake off the fear from the night before.
The breach had rattled everyone—especially the children. Hope clung to her mum for hours. But Jessica had work to do. She’d barely slept. Her mind turned over every detail of Sarah’s network, every shadow left by Victor Lang, every unanswered question about the syndicate.She poured coffee, opened her laptop, and dove into a stack of files Adam had flagged. Most were dead ends—shell companies, fake names, money trails that vanished overseas. But one entry caught her eye: a logistics company, Eastgate Holdings. It looked ordinary at first—shipping, storage, warehouses. But the addresses didn’t match. One site was listed as “inactive,” but the power bills were sky-high.There were deliveries at midnight, payments from strange accounts, sudden bursts of data traffic. Jessica dug deepe
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The cold wind still bit at Sarah’s skin when she reached the edge of the prison parking lot. Her legs felt weak, but she kept her head high. Cameras trailed her every step, shouting her name and questions she couldn’t quite hear. All she could hear was the thud of her heart, like it wanted to break through her chest.Then she saw it—a long, sleek black limousine parked by the curb. Chrome wheels. Tinted windows. A uniformed chauffeur stood at the door, stone-faced.The reporters motioned towards the limo, blocking her path. “Sarah! Who sent the limo?”She paused, let them swarm. The tears on her cheeks had dried, leaving her face pinched and pale. She didn’t answer. Instead, she glanced at the car, waiting.The chauffeur opened the door. “Miss Chen,” he said softly.Sarah slid into the back seat. Plush leather. Warmth. The smell of new money and sharp cologne. A voice spoke, smooth and low. “Welcome back to t
Chapter 116 - SARAH CHEN IS BACK!
SIX YEARS LATER...A cold wind slapped thirty-year old Sarah’s face as she walked out of the prison gates. The sky was gray, heavy. Flashes from cameras stung her eyes. She blinked, wiped at her cheeks, and let the tears fall. A crowd of reporters surged forward.“Sarah! Sarah Chen! Over here!”“Sarah, do you have anything to say?”She hesitated, one white-shaking hand on her chest. The tears kept coming.A woman with a bright blue scarf pushed a microphone close. “What’s your first feeling, Sarah, being free after six good years?”Sarah took a shaky breath. “It doesn’t feel real yet. I feel…” Her voice caught. “I feel grateful. I feel regret. I feel… lost.”The crowd pressed closer, hungry for every word.A man shouted, “Do you regret the crimes you committed?”Sarah’s shoulders shook. “Every single day. I regret everything. You know, I was arrested once, but didn't change and even
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Brent hadn’t slept much in weeks. The days blurred—board meetings, news cameras, emergency phone calls from city officials. He kept going, fueled by rage and duty, but even he felt the weight sometimes. This morning was supposed to be a win. His company’s new water bottling plant was finally at full capacity, and the first shipment of Walker Pure Water was scheduled to arrive at community shelters across the city. Brent made it a point to be at the plant before dawn. He shook hands with workers, signed crates, and helped load the first truck. “We’re doing good work here,” he told the team. “Clean water. Fair pay. No shortcuts.” Lucy brought Hope along, and she got to put her name on a bottle. The workers cheered, snapping photos with their phones. Brent thought, for just a moment, that maybe things were turning. He was w
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The morning of the job fair dawned clear and bright, the kind of day that made the whole city feel hopeful. Brent stood outside the new Community Center, watching the line of job seekers stretch down the block. Sunlight glinted off glass doors. Banners read: “A New Start Begins Today.” The Phoenix Foundation’s blue logo fluttered on every table. Jessica and Tommy checked in volunteers, passing out badges and breakfast. Lucy wrangled the early crowd, keeping nerves settled and spirits high. Adam hovered in the control room, eyes on security feeds, triple-checking every alert. Brent greeted each person with a handshake, a smile, sometimes a quiet word. He’d learned that hope was contagious, and today, he wanted it to go viral. He’d put his heart and his company into this fair. Five hundred jobs, fair pay, new beginnings for people who’d had doors slammed in their faces. At ten, the new mayor’s office
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Jessica was the last to leave the safehouse that morning. She watched the sun rise, and tried to shake off the fear from the night before. The breach had rattled everyone—especially the children. Hope clung to her mum for hours. But Jessica had work to do. She’d barely slept. Her mind turned over every detail of Sarah’s network, every shadow left by Victor Lang, every unanswered question about the syndicate. She poured coffee, opened her laptop, and dove into a stack of files Adam had flagged. Most were dead ends—shell companies, fake names, money trails that vanished overseas. But one entry caught her eye: a logistics company, Eastgate Holdings. It looked ordinary at first—shipping, storage, warehouses. But the addresses didn’t match. One site was listed as “inactive,” but the power bills were sky-high. There were deliveries at midnight, payments from strange accounts, sudden bursts of data traffic. Jessica dug deepe
112 - The End Of Sarah Chen?!
Brent woke to the sound of his phone buzzing, a sound he’d come to hate. It was still dark, sky just turning gray. He answered on the first ring, already braced for bad news. Adam’s voice crackled through, urgent and afraid. “Brent, we’ve got a situation. Sarah’s made her move.” Brent was out of bed before Adam finished. “What happened?” “She’s kidnapped the family of one of our new hires. Carlos. His wife and two kids. They never made it home from church last night. We just got a ransom video. She says if we go to the police, they’re gone.” Brent’s heart hammered. He remembered Carlos—quiet man, always early, always grateful. He’d lost his last job because Sarah’s father, Robert, had shut down the plant. Carlos had almost lost everything. Now this. Brent pulled on his clothes and ran outside. The city was waking, but to him, it felt like the world was holding its
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