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The Man in Hampstead
Marcus Webb's encrypted file landed at 11 PM. The subject line was short and direct: "Target Located." Lawrence felt his pulse pick up the moment he saw it.He opened the attachment right away. The first page held only one photograph. An elderly man in his late seventies walked along a path in a London park. Gray hair neatly combed, a plain cardigan over his shirt, face soft and calm.The next page gave the facts in plain text. Malcolm Drayton. Currently living under the name Martin Donovan. Age 73. Address: 47 Pembroke Lane, Hampstead, London.Lawrence kept his eyes on that photo for several minutes. This was the person behind it all. The same man who had vanished thirty-eight years earlier. His father's most dangerous enemy.Webb's report laid out two full weeks of careful watching over Sarah Blackwood, the Assembly coordinator Kaine had pointed out. Webb had tracked her daily routine across London and noted every meeting.The summary read: Subject Blackwood meets regularly with eld
A Predator’s Ransom
The encrypted message arrived at 3 AM, pulling Lawrence from a shallow and restless sleep. The sender was identified only as "V.K." but Lawrence knew immediately who it was. The blue light of the phone screen felt harsh in the dark room as he read the brief lines."We need to talk. Face to face. Tomorrow, 2 PM. Coordinates attached. Come alone. You have my word you'll leave safely. —Kaine"Lawrence forwarded the message to Erik, whose phone rang within minutes. The connection was crystal clear, making Erik’s voice sound like he was standing right in the room."It's a trap," Erik said, his voice heavy with caution."Maybe. But Kaine gave his word." Lawrence pulled up the coordinates on a digital map. The location was a mountain lodge in the Swiss Alps, isolated and neutral. It sat high above the tree line, far from any prying eyes. "What's your read on his reputation?"
The Shareholder Meeting
The auditorium was filled to capacity with over three hundred shareholders by the time Lawrence arrived. The seating followed a strict hierarchy of anxiety. Institutional investors occupied the front rows with stony expressions. Activist hedge fund managers were scattered throughout the middle like landmines. Individual shareholders filled the back, their faces a mix of genuine fear and simmering anger.Kent met Lawrence in the dim light backstage. The older man looked like he had not slept in days. "The room is hostile, Lawrence. Three of the activist funds are already circulating a petition for your immediate resignation. To make matters worse, two of our largest institutional partners have signaled they will dump their entire positions if you remain in the CEO chair by the end of the day.""Give me the numbers," Lawrence said, trying to keep his voice from wavering."They are trending downward. The stock price dropped four percent this morning just on the rumor that you might lose
Elena's Disappearance
Lawrence realized he hadn't heard from Elena Rousseau in three weeks when her name appeared in his notes during a strategy meeting. He'd been planning to contact her about intelligence regarding The Assembly's tech operations—her area of expertise—but couldn't remember the last time they'd actually spoken.He pulled up his phone records. The last communication was twenty-two days ago—a brief encrypted message from Elena: "Going dark for a few days. Business complications. Will contact you when it is clear."Twenty-two days. That was far longer than "a few days."Lawrence called her primary number. It went straight to voicemail—not ringing first, just immediate voicemail, as if the phone was turned off or destroyed. He tried her secondary encrypted line. Same result.He contacted her company, Rousseau Technologies, asking to speak with Elena regarding a potential business matter. The receptionist transferred him to an executive assistant who provided a practiced response: "Ms. Rousseau
The Gregory Ashton Trap
Kent appeared at the door of the executive suite at nine in the morning. He held his tablet with a grip that turned his knuckles white, and his face carried the heavy weight of trouble. "We have a problem. The forensic accountants found massive irregularities in the operating accounts for LanceCorp."Lawrence looked up from the intelligence folder he had been studying. He set the papers aside and cleared his desk. "What kind of irregularities are we talking about?""Small transfers at first. You see twenty thousand euros here and thirty-five thousand there. Individually, these amounts are insignificant for a firm of our size, but collectively they add up to approximately four point seven million euros over the past six months." Kent stepped into the room and tapped his screen, bringing up a series of complex spreadsheets. "The transfers are buried deep inside legitimate operational expenses. We are looking at vendor payments that are slightl
The Predator’s Mirror
The deadline arrived at midnight. It had been exactly forty-eight hours since Volkov issued his ultimatum. Lawrence sat in his office and stared at the phone. He knew he needed to make the call, but he found himself unable to pick up the device.The choice was binary and brutal. He could help Volkov eliminate a rival in Moscow and gain intelligence about the forty-seven members of The Assembly. Or he could refuse and watch that same intelligence go to Sebastian Cross, effectively making a permanent enemy of Russian organized crime.Kent appeared at the door at 12:03 AM. "Volkov will be expecting your answer," he noted."I know," Lawrence said."Have you decided?"Lawrence gestured to the chair across from his desk, a silent invitation for a consultation. Kent sat and waited."Walk me through the pragmatic argument," Lawrence said. "Pretend you are advising my father. What would you tell him at this moment?"Kent remained silent for a long beat, choosing his words with care. "Your fath
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