Chapter 109
Chapter 109:
Seraphina stomped off. In her haste, she knocked over a stack of files on the desk.
“Oops,” she giggled, not bothering to pick them up.
Liam sighed and went back into his office, slamming the door.
Skye stood to clean the mess. As she gathered the papers Seraphina had knocked over, her eyes caught a red folder marked “CONFIDENTIAL—GENESIS.” It wasn’t supposed to be there. It must have been pulled for the auditors and left out by mistake.
Skye’s heart skipped a beat.
She opened it. It wasn’t the full ledger, but it was a summary sheet. Bribes. Payoffs. Names.
She pulled out her phone and snapped photos of every page. Then she slipped the summary sheet into her bag.
Just then, the intercom buzzed. “Sir, the auditors are here for Project Genesis p>
Liam opened his door, looking panicked. He saw Skye holding a stack of invoices.
“Where are the Genesis files?” Liam barked at the empty desk space.
“I think Seraphina knocked some papers over,” Skye said innocently, pointing to the neatly re-stacked pile of invoices. “I just cleaned them up p>
Liam grabbed the pile, flipping through it. He didn’t see the red folder. He assumed it was already in the safe.
“Consider it done,” Skye murmured.
She walked out of the office, the stolen document burning a hole in her bag.
She had what she needed. The Genesis Project was a bomb, and she had just lit the fuse.
As she stepped into the elevator, she touched the brooch on her lapel. It was recording.
“Checkmate, Liam,” she whispered.
The file hit the mahogany desk with a sound like a gunshot. It was a heavy, leather-bound portfolio containing the quarterly projections for Kensington Global, but right now it felt more like an obituary.
𝖱𝘦𝖺𝗱 o𝘯 а𝘯𝗒 d𝘦𝘃𝘪cе 𝗼ո b𝗲𝘭𝗻𝗼𝗏e𝘭ѕ.𝗰𝘰𝘮
Liam Kensington stood over his desk, his chest heaving. He gripped the edge of the table, his knuckles white, relying on the support to keep himself upright. His recovery from the car accident was ongoing, and the stress made the old fractures in his ribs ache with a dull, throbbing persistence. The top button of his shirt was undone, his tie loosened—a rare display of disarray for a man who usually treated his appearance as armor.
He stared down at the tablet screen lying next to the file. The line on the graph was red, and it was plummeting.
“Explain this,” Liam said. His voice was low, a rumble of thunder before the storm.
Secretary Lee stood by the door, clutching his own tablet to his chest as if it could shield him from the debris. He cleared his throat, the sound dry and nervous.
“It’s Oracle Holdings, sir,” Lee said, his eyes fixed on the carpet pattern. “They executed a market raid at 9:00 a.m. sharp. They didn’t just buy the dip on Sterling Media; they shorted our logistics partners. By the time our algorithms caught it, they had already secured the controlling interest in the supply chain for the Port Authority project p>
Liam’s hands curled into fists on the desk. A sharp pain shot up his leg—a reminder of the physical therapy he’d been neglecting to focus on this deal. The Port Authority project was supposed to be his redemption, the golden goose that would silence the board and make them forget about the disastrous PR of the last month.