2025-04-30 15:01:29The room was so quiet, the hum of the laptop fan sounded like a turbine.
Gregory’s eyes stayed locked on the screen. Voss’s face—years younger—flickered in the video. He wasn’t just confessing. He was documenting. Each word weighed with cold precision.
“I didn’t intend to steal the company. Not at first. But Marcus was weak. He lacked ambition. So I gave him direction—fed him power, then used him to seize control.”
“Richard Caldwell was too noble. Too soft. I needed the empire, not the man. So I made sure he lost everything—his board seat, his name, even his son.”
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The paper crumpled in Gregory’s fist as a sick weight settled in his chest.“Where is she?” he muttered, scanning the room like he might spot a clue in the shadows.Amelia checked the hallway, her hand hovering near the concealed taser at her belt. “No staff, no patients. This whole wing’s empty.”Gregory’s eyes locked on the surveillance camera above the door—its red light blinking.“Crane,” he said into his earpiece, “we need a trace on the retirement home’s security feed, now.”The line crackled.Then Crane’s voice came back tight. “Already on
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The phone slipped from Gregory’s hand and hit the ground with a crack. He stood frozen, his mind racing.They had Mrs. Dillard.And Jasper was working with Voss.Again.“Crane,” Gregory barked into his earpiece, “they’re moving her. I need a satellite scan of the area. Anything that left in the last ten minutes—car, drone, carrier pigeon, I don’t care.”Crane’s voice was clipped. “Already scanning. But Gregory—this was a message. Not just to you. To us. They want us rattled.”“It’s working,” Amelia muttered, pacing beside him. “We walked into that like amateurs.”Gregory ignored the sting of truth. “Then it’s time to stop reacting and start fighting.”Amelia narrowed her eyes. “What do you have in mind?”Back at the safehouse, Crane had the floor.He spun his laptop toward them, displaying a maze of files and blueprints.“This is Operation Ashbone,” he said. “The full file. Gregory, you pulled more than just a confession from that vault. You pulled Voss’s entire playbook.”Gregory lea
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The pain hit him like a wave, sharp and searing. Gregory gasped, clutching his side, blood soaking his shirt as he crumpled to the floor. His vision swam, every breath feeling like it might be his last.“You really thought you had a chance?” Voss's voice was cold, detached, as he towered over Gregory, his eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. “You’re not the hero in this story. You’re the fool.”Gregory’s hand trembled as he reached for the gun holstered at his side, but his body felt heavy, sluggish. The room around him spun, his thoughts growing distant.Voss knelt down, pressing the barrel of the gun to Gregory’s temple. “I gave you a chance. But you couldn’t let go, could you? You wanted to be something you’re not.”Gregory’s heart raced. His mind was foggy, but he knew one thing—he wasn’t ready to die. Not here, not now, not with Mrs. Dillard still tied to that chair.He clenched his jaw, his vision sharpening as he forced himself to focus. He couldn’t let this be the end. Not yet.
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The pain hit him like a wave, sharp and searing. Gregory gasped, clutching his side, blood soaking his shirt as he crumpled to the floor. His vision swam, every breath feeling like it might be his last.“You really thought you had a chance?” Voss's voice was cold, detached, as he towered over Gregory, his eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. “You’re not the hero in this story. You’re the fool.”Gregory’s hand trembled as he reached for the gun holstered at his side, but his body felt heavy, sluggish. The room around him spun, his thoughts growing distant.Voss knelt down, pressing the barrel of the gun to Gregory’s temple. “I gave you a chance. But you couldn’t let go, could you? You wanted to be something you’re not.”Gregory’s heart raced. His mind was foggy, but he knew one thing—he wasn’t ready to die. Not here, not now, not with Mrs. Dillard still tied to that chair.He clenched his jaw, his vision sharpening as he forced himself to focus. He couldn’t let this be the end. Not yet.
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