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Chapter 11: The Ghost File
Author: Pen_Tackle
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The news hit the media the next morning. “Unidentified Man Sparks Security Alert Outside Caldwell Executive Residence.”

“Caldwell Death Triggers Board Emergency Meeting, Marcus Rosewell to Step In as Interim CEO.”

They didn’t show Stephen’s face, but Marcus knew exactly who it was. And that meant the hunt had officially begun.

Stephen wasn’t hiding anymore he was daring them to come for him back in the safehouse, Stephen and Blake reviewed intel Crane had smuggled out from inside the company se
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