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NUMBERS AND PEOPLE
Author: Victor Amos Regannez
last update2026-06-18 22:11:50

Gideon Harrick smiled for cameras at the rally, but three hour later, that smile became colder behind closed doors.

The private conference room inside Harrington Financial Group headquarters while was miles far away from the campaign ground smelled of leather, coffee, and expensive cigars.

Tall glass walls overlooked the capital, where campaign posters still carried Gideon’s face across digital billboards. Around the long black table sat investors, bankers, corporate lawyers, and campaign advi
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  • THE MISSING TRUCKS

    The three relief trucks parked inside Camp Westbrook while hundreds of desperate people stood waiting in lines that were too long for the supplies in front of them.Camp workers blew whistles and shouted instructions. Mothers held their children close. Crippled veterans leaned on broken crutches. Elderly men and women struggled to remain upright as the crowd pushed forward. Ethan stood among them in his faded shirt and volunteer tag, watching the supplies being unloaded from the trucks he had personally paid for.A camp officer shouted, “Straight lines! No pushing! Anyone who causes trouble will be removed from distribution.”The warning worked immediately. People became quieter, not because they were calm, but because they were afraid. Nobody wanted to lose their chance at food, medicine, or blankets. Ethan saw a woman grip her child’s hand tightly and whisper, “Stay close. Do not talk. Just collect what they give us.”Ethan tried to move toward the trucks, but the crowd was too thic

  • THE FORGOTTEN CAMP

    Ethan went to the displacement camp the next morning dressed as a man nobody would notice.He wore a faded gray shirt, rough trousers, cheap sandals, and an old cap pulled low over his face. No guards followed him. No convoy announced his arrival. To the tired people gathered outside the camp gates, he was only another volunteer sent to help carry boxes and ask quiet questions.Before leaving Xavier Group headquarters, he had given one simple order. “Send five fully loaded relief trucks to Camp Westbrook. Food, medicine, blankets, baby supplies, and veteran support equipment. I want them delivered today.”Mira had looked at him carefully. “Are you going there yourself?”“Yes,” Ethan said, fixing the cap over his disguised face. “Reports do not cry, Mira. People do.”The camp sat on dry land outside the capital, surrounded by temporary fences, patched tents, and thin wooden poles holding torn shade cloths. Dust moved through the narrow paths whenever the wind rose. Children played wit

  • THE WHITE WITCH

    Ethan’s eyes narrowed. “Then what is the key?”The caller breathed shakily. “The accountant.”Rachel’s fingers froze above the keyboard.Ethan’s voice dropped. “What is his name.”“I cannot say it on this line,” the caller said. “But if you really want to catch Gideon Harrick, stop chasing the money and start chasing his accountant.”Ethan did not answer immediately. His eyes remained fixed on the speaker as the distorted breathing continued on the other end of the line. Something about the caller did not sound rehearsed. The fear was real, and people rarely risked their lives without a reason.His voice stayed calm. “Why?” he asked. “Why help us? If you know this much, why come to me?”The room fell silent again. Even Marcos stopped trying to trace the signal, waiting for the answer. Mira folded her arms tightly, while Rachel unconsciously held her breath.The caller let out a slow, trembling sigh. “Because some debts cannot be repaid with money,” the voice said quietly. “Some can on

  • FOLLOWING THE MONEY 2

    By midnight the next day, the investigation room no longer looked like an office. It looked like a battlefield made of numbers.Screens covered the walls with transaction maps, bank routes, fake vendor names, and red lines connecting one organization to another. Rachel sat before three monitors, her eyes were tired but focused. Marcos stood beside her with a tablet in one hand and a printed ledger in the other, while Mira moved between the screens, pinning each new discovery to the larger pattern.Rachel finally pushed back from her keyboard and said, “Master Ethan, the twelve million dollars was only the first visible crack. When we expanded the search beyond the Verdanis War Recovery Trust, the missing money became much larger.”Ethan stood behind her, his arms folded. “How much larger?”Marcos answered before Rachel could. “One hundred and eighty-three million dollars connected to relief operations cannot be properly accounted for. Some of it is missing. Some of it was redirected.

  • FOLLOWING THE MONEY 1

    Three days after Gideon Harrick called poor citizens economic burdens, Ethan Xavier discovered that the stolen relief money carried Gideon's own fingerprints.The emergency audit room inside Xavier Group headquarters was cold, quiet, and filled with screens. Financial records covered the central table. Donation files, bank confirmations, foundation reports, and procurement approvals had been arranged in clean rows, but nothing about them felt clean anymore.Ethan stood at the head of the table, his eyes fixed on the report Mira had placed before him. Rachel Byrne stood beside the main screen, while Marcos Hale worked through a transaction map on his tablet. Three senior officers from Xavier Group’s philanthropy division sat opposite Ethan, and none of them looked comfortable.Mira spoke first, her voice was controlled but heavy. “Master Ethan, we completed the first internal review. Sixty percent of the funds routed through the Verdanis War Recovery Trust came from Xavier Group humani

  • THE QUIET THEFT

    Meanwhile across the city, Ethan sat in his private study, still wearing the simple clothes from the rally. The wig and moustache were on the table beside him, but the anger from Gideon’s words had not left his face. Screens displayed news clips of the rally, and one replay showed Gideon humiliating him before the cheering crowd.Ethan picked up the remote and replayed the same moment again. He was not studying Gideon's words anymore. He was studying the crowd. Every laugh, every cheer, every approving face told him something about the country he had fought to save. A leader could not ignore what people believed, even when those beliefs had been carefully manipulated.Mira stood across from him with a folder in her hands. “The clip is already spreading. His supporters are calling you an ignorant heckler. They do not know it was Ethan Xavier, of course.”Ethan watched the frozen image of Gideon smiling on stage. “Good. Let them think that.”Mira searched Ethan's face for any sign of wo

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