Jackson's POVI was back at my desk at headquarters in Bhutan, the hum of computers and soft pecks of keyboards sounding almost hypnotic. The trail of our recent operations placed me on high alert. Every intercepted message, every new anomaly in the electronic trail, made me more confident that our opponent was active. I realized we had to act fast; time was crucial.I opened the monitoring program and issued commands, cranking up our online watchfulness on all things offshore and in-house messages. "Come on, give me something," I muttered as I waded through a maze of jumbled logs and financial data. My fingers danced across the keyboard as I applied filters that would flag any out-of-pattern activity.My phone buzzed with a secure text from Mia: "Jackson, increased activity noted on channel B-21. Suspect hostile maneuver. Please consult." I scowled. This could be the cue I'd been waiting for.I quickly grabbed the secure conference button and called Marcus, our lead on financial surv
Kylie's POVI lingered late last night in the dimly lit conference room, my inner circle of people gathered around the long table. The atmosphere was heavy with fatigue and concern—each of us weighed down by recent double-crosses and the increasing unease of an enemy whose power seemed to seep into every facet of our lives. I looked at the sheets of paper laid out on the table, the confidential reports, coded messages, and in-house memos that talked of a grand conspiracy.I swallowed hard and began, "Thanks for coming on such short notice. We all understand what has brought us here." I paused to meet the eye of each trusted counsel as I fought to hold back the storm of emotions. "We stand at a crossroads. Our most recent intelligence has given us a glimpse at the enemy's strength, and now we must decide what to do.".My chief security officer, Mark, was the one to break the silence. "Kylie, it appears that the case is mounting. But there's still much that we don't understand. I think
James's POVI came back to headquarters with racing heart and a folder of fresh information clutched tightly in my hand. The trip had been long, but I knew I couldn't let go of any lead. Today, I was meeting an unexpected surprise—a former competitor turned informant. His name had been unfamiliar to me for months, and now this meeting could be the one to unleash even deeper depths of the conspiracy.I made my way to a secure, nameless meeting room set up at a distant location outside the city. I had been told discretion was essential, so I had chosen a middle ground where words would not be overheard. I sat in a small, round table, fingers drumming softly as I waited for my contact. My phone buzzed with a secure text: "I'm here. Name's Victor.". Find me in the blue jacket."The door had opened quietly a minute after that. A man in a blue jacket came in. His eyes were etched with experience and his face a combination of cautious resolve. He sat down opposite me."James, I'm Victor," he
Jackson’s POVI sat at my workstation in our high-security operations room, staring at a series of fragmented data points on the screen. Hours earlier, I’d received a message from our whistleblower—a former competitor turned informant—detailing a hidden network of shell companies. His information had been cryptic at first, but now I had my own intercepted data to cross-reference. I could feel the intensity of what was unfolding. This was the moment we had been waiting for.I opened up our encryption software and loaded the whistleblower’s dossier alongside our collection of intercepted messages. The screens filled with numbers, transaction logs, and coded references. I murmured to myself, “Let’s see if the pieces align.”Almost immediately, a familiar code, “BX-47,” started to reappear alongside new strings. My pulse quickened as I recognized that the shell company names and money transfers mentioned in the whistleblower’s file were showing up in our intercepted data too. I turned to
Kylie’s POV “What the hell?!” My eyes opened and widened. The glass of wine in my hand fell on the ground.For a moment, it felt like I was hallucinating. I gently rubbed my eyes, trying to get a clearer vision, but that was my reality.“Austin Nitaile announced his marriage with Emily L.” I re-read the content on the television screen. Emily. L. The name sounded very familiar. He said a lot about her and how they ended things for a very long time. I didn't want to believe he would ever cheat on me, not with someone who left him when at his lowest.“This is not possible; there must be a mix-up somewhere,” I murmured under my breath as I rushed up the stairs. I grabbed my phone, calling my husband, Austin Nitaile. Austin and I have been happily married. It was our fourth anniversary together. I had planned so much in celebration of our anniversary when he returned from work. I wanted to celebrate uniquely, considering how he didn't show up for the last anniversary due to his busine
Kylie's POV “What are you talking about?!” Mia's voice came from behind. I gently glanced at her wondering the same thing she said.“You have got the wrong person,” I finally responded. “Are you Mrs Amelia Natalie?” “Yes, maybe not anymore.”I stared at the officer whose face seemed not friendly.Mia dragged me behind, standing between myself and the police officers.“ You have no right to barge into our home like this. We could sue you for defamation of character,” Mia spoke. She was more like my superwoman. “ Madam, we are not here for you. We are only carrying out our duties and we won't take any form of destruction” “No way!” She spread her hands widely, not giving way to any of the officers.I hid behind her; fear crept up my veins, wondering exactly what was happening.“Get out of the way!” The other officers, who hadn't said a word since their arrival, pushed Mia, making her fall to the door.“ What are you doing? You- He folded my hand behind.“Let go of me!” I continued t
Kylie's POV It was a long, silent drive to the house. Madam Wilson didn't say a word to me since we left the police custody. I couldn't look her in the face, the shame that I failed after she severally warned me against my decisions was eating me up so badly.Madam Wilson was my grandma. Four years ago, I met Austin, and we fell deeply in love. Madam Wilson was pissed when she heard about my relationship with Austin. She didn't support me getting married to someone with nothing to his name; she believed they were only humble because they didn't possess the power needed. I was so much in love that I left everything behind just to be with him but guess who was going back home? Me, the prodigal daughter.“How did you know?” I murmured out. Looking at my feet like a treasure was kept there.“Is that supposed to be a question?” The atmosphere went quiet again. Compared to Madam Wilson's status, that was not the right question. Madam Wilson is a respectable and well-known business tycoon
Kylie’s POV I walked into the office. I glanced around, from the white-painted ceiling to the luxurious sofa to the carefully decorated walls.I sighed. “CEO: Kylie Wilsons” I used my hand to trace around it and then smiled.“Good day, Miss Kylie.“How are you, Lady O?” I gently turned around. Lady O is the family's spokesperson. She oversees every deal concerning the Wilson family, she also works closely with Madam Wilson.“ For your first project,” she placed a load of files on the table and continued. “It is an international deal, and we, Bhutan, and some other companies are bidding on the project. We have been on it for months now; Madam Wilson believes in your judgment, so she wants you to take on it as soon as you resume office,” she explained.“Wow! But it's my first time with things like this. Don't you think I need time to learn how this thing works?” I said.“It isn't your first time Kylie” she smiledShe was right, you know. Even though I never worked in the company, I
Jackson’s POVI sat at my workstation in our high-security operations room, staring at a series of fragmented data points on the screen. Hours earlier, I’d received a message from our whistleblower—a former competitor turned informant—detailing a hidden network of shell companies. His information had been cryptic at first, but now I had my own intercepted data to cross-reference. I could feel the intensity of what was unfolding. This was the moment we had been waiting for.I opened up our encryption software and loaded the whistleblower’s dossier alongside our collection of intercepted messages. The screens filled with numbers, transaction logs, and coded references. I murmured to myself, “Let’s see if the pieces align.”Almost immediately, a familiar code, “BX-47,” started to reappear alongside new strings. My pulse quickened as I recognized that the shell company names and money transfers mentioned in the whistleblower’s file were showing up in our intercepted data too. I turned to
James's POVI came back to headquarters with racing heart and a folder of fresh information clutched tightly in my hand. The trip had been long, but I knew I couldn't let go of any lead. Today, I was meeting an unexpected surprise—a former competitor turned informant. His name had been unfamiliar to me for months, and now this meeting could be the one to unleash even deeper depths of the conspiracy.I made my way to a secure, nameless meeting room set up at a distant location outside the city. I had been told discretion was essential, so I had chosen a middle ground where words would not be overheard. I sat in a small, round table, fingers drumming softly as I waited for my contact. My phone buzzed with a secure text: "I'm here. Name's Victor.". Find me in the blue jacket."The door had opened quietly a minute after that. A man in a blue jacket came in. His eyes were etched with experience and his face a combination of cautious resolve. He sat down opposite me."James, I'm Victor," he
Kylie's POVI lingered late last night in the dimly lit conference room, my inner circle of people gathered around the long table. The atmosphere was heavy with fatigue and concern—each of us weighed down by recent double-crosses and the increasing unease of an enemy whose power seemed to seep into every facet of our lives. I looked at the sheets of paper laid out on the table, the confidential reports, coded messages, and in-house memos that talked of a grand conspiracy.I swallowed hard and began, "Thanks for coming on such short notice. We all understand what has brought us here." I paused to meet the eye of each trusted counsel as I fought to hold back the storm of emotions. "We stand at a crossroads. Our most recent intelligence has given us a glimpse at the enemy's strength, and now we must decide what to do.".My chief security officer, Mark, was the one to break the silence. "Kylie, it appears that the case is mounting. But there's still much that we don't understand. I think
Jackson's POVI was back at my desk at headquarters in Bhutan, the hum of computers and soft pecks of keyboards sounding almost hypnotic. The trail of our recent operations placed me on high alert. Every intercepted message, every new anomaly in the electronic trail, made me more confident that our opponent was active. I realized we had to act fast; time was crucial.I opened the monitoring program and issued commands, cranking up our online watchfulness on all things offshore and in-house messages. "Come on, give me something," I muttered as I waded through a maze of jumbled logs and financial data. My fingers danced across the keyboard as I applied filters that would flag any out-of-pattern activity.My phone buzzed with a secure text from Mia: "Jackson, increased activity noted on channel B-21. Suspect hostile maneuver. Please consult." I scowled. This could be the cue I'd been waiting for.I quickly grabbed the secure conference button and called Marcus, our lead on financial surv
James's POVI leaned back in the busy corner of the exclusive meeting room at the conference, going out of my way to keep up my cover. The room was dark, lighted only by the gentle glint of a few strategically-placed lamps. Top investors and business giants moved in quiet clusters around me. I'd been undercover here nearly two days now, and what I'd heard was now shaping up to be so much hotter than I could ever have imagined.I had introduced myself as a consultant seeking general market strategy, an experienced individual to advise on corporate mergers. During the last day, my subtle conversation with some of the participants had already begun to say something ominous. During one of the discussions with an illustrious investment strategist—I shall refer to him as Mr. S—I had discovered that the consortium was gearing up to make its ultimate push: a concomitant bid to acquire control of leading companies across various industries. And Bhutan was among them.My heart pounded inside me
Kylie's POVI was in my office late one afternoon, working, when the tip arrived—a secret message from one of our external sources. I nearly spilled my coffee cup as I read the message: an international investors' secret summit was being called. The summit was not another industry conference; it was secret, open to only a very select few. There were rumors that these investors were the masterminds behind those groups that undermined the stability of Bhutan. I shivered.I called my Chief of Strategy, Elena. "Elena, I need a meeting now in my office. It's about an underground meeting of international investors."In minutes, Elena was in my office, her eyes narrowed. "Kylie, what's wrong? You're tense.".I leaned forward, not in the least reluctant. "I've just received word of a summit that no one's publicly listed. It's by invitation only, for the crème de la crème of foreign investors, and I believe they're being courted by our enemies—by the other consortium to undermine us from the i
Jackson’s POVI sat in my quiet office at headquarters, the only light coming from the softly humming server rack and my computer screen. I had been tracking a series of suspicious wire transfers for days now, and something told me that the true financial backbone of the conspiracy was waiting to be uncovered. My focus was absolute; every transfer, every account, was a potential clue.I opened the secure database and began my investigation. “Let’s see where these threads lead,” I murmured, rubbing my temples. The screen displayed a series of offshore accounts, interlinked through a maze of corporate shell companies. One account, in particular, caught my eye—a conduit that seemed to relay funds from a well-known foreign country. I typed in a series of commands to pull up the transaction history.Almost immediately, a list of large transfers appeared. The amounts were astronomical, each transfer carefully time-stamped and routed through multiple intermediaries. I leaned forward, eyes na
James's POVI journeyed to Frankfurt with a purpose.a quest to dig deeper into the money center that had become the hub of rumor and off-the-record talk. Movement thrummed in the atmosphere at the central station, and I strode with purposeful resolve. Our opponent was not acting alone, I was sure. Rumor had led me thus far, and I was determined to uncover secret links between movers and shakers and consortium members.I checked into a modest hotel on the edge of the financial district, and then I set off with my locked phone. I had one definite strategy: attempt to blend in, stay on the beaten path, and pick up any on-the-record interview cautiously. I had arranged a sit-down with one of my reliable sources, a low-key journalist by the name of Lars who wrote about financial scandal. There were whispers of clandestine meetings between high-ups and consortium officials, Lars told me. I may be able to dig up these secret links if I could get closer.Lars met me in a dingy, backstreet caf
Kylie's POVI sat in my private meeting room, a hidden space in our headquarters, and watched as the scrambled video connection reached out to worldwide partners from around the world. Today was do or die—I had arranged a covert meeting with our most trusted global partners to form an integrated alliance against the rival consortium. My heart pounded, but I knew this was one move to help save Bhutan.I coughed and went on, "Good morning, all. Thank you for coming at short notice. I know we are all under tremendous pressure, but our cooperation is more crucial than ever. We meet today to build a world union against an extremely real menace."The people on my screen were of diverse cultures and jurisprudence. There was Ingrid in Frankfurt, Alessandro in Milan, Mei Ling in Singapore, and Rajiv in Mumbai. They all had their own accent, own sets of laws, and different viewpoints—and each one was a pillar in the battle against the consortium.Ingrid was the first to speak, her tone calm and