388 London Delays

(Jayden)

Viktor walks briskly beside me as we enter the boardroom the next day, his low voice weaving through the latest developments.

“Grayson’s records don’t just have holes—they’re gutted. Missing files, doctored reports… a ghost operation right under your nose.”

I grit my teeth, forcing a measured nod. “Great. I suppose this will all be my fault for being here.”

Viktor raises an eyebrow. “This isn’t the first time embezzlement’s left Nexus London leaking. But Gus thought Grayson was clean.”

Irritation simmers beneath the surface. It’s been days of the same. I’ve already pushed back my time by a day, there’s no way I’m leaving here tomorrow.

Every time I pull back one layer of Grayson’s operation, another festering lie rots beneath it.

“Let’s stop digging for his faults and start sweeping this entire team. Top down. And if that means closing this office…” I shrug. “So be it.”

Viktor tilts his head, appraising. “It’d mean laying off a lot of loyal employees—there are a few good ones