Chapter Twenty-OneAfter the Fall
The silence after chaos was always the strangest part. Amara stood at the window of Julian’s penthouse, watching the early morning fog roll between skyscrapers. The city looked calm. Peaceful. Unbothered. But beneath it? Boardrooms were imploding. Lawyers were scrambling. Executives were distancing themselves from scandals that had finally seen daylight. The network had cracked. Not completely destroyed. But cracked. And cracks meant weakness. Behind her, the television murmured softly with financial news coverage. “…ongoing investigations into multiple shell corporations…” “…sources confirm internal audits have revealed decades of concealed transactions…” “…anonymous whistleblowers praised for their bravery…” Amara muted it. She didn’t need validation from the world. She onl
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