The Wire In Her Name
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Episode 14: The Wire in Her Name
Word Count: ~2,000**
9:12 a.m. – Aurora’s Office
Aurora sat quietly, re-reading her morning emails when a message came in flagged URGENT.
Subject:
Suspicious Transaction in Your Name – URGENT RESPONSE REQUIRED
Her heart skipped.
She opened the email—and froze.
> “We are writing to confirm the ₦8.5 million transfer from Wolfe Enterprises Internal Security Budget to a private offshore account under the name Aurora B. Bennett. Please verify that this transaction was authorized.”
Aurora’s coffee slipped from her fingers and shattered on the floor.
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9:14 a.m. – Damian’s Office
Clarissa barged in holding a printout.
“Someone’s framing Aurora again.”
Damian looked up sharply. “What now?”
Clarissa slapped the paper on his desk.
> WIRE FRAUD.
A bank document. Offshore account. Timestamped. Routed through Wolfe’s internal server. With Aurora’s digital signature.
Damian didn’t hesitate. “She didn’t do this.”
Clarissa nodded. “But the system shows her login. Someone forged it perfectly.”
Damian’s voice dropped. “Brandon.”
“He's behind this. Or... Clara is.”
“Get the IT team. Trace the digital signature. Pull surveillance from the server room. I want names in the next ten minutes.”
Clarissa hesitated. “There’s one more thing.”
She handed over a USB drive.
“Brandon left this behind. Clara just leaked it to the press.”
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9:45 a.m. – Video Leak Hits the Media
Every screen lit up.
> “EXCLUSIVE: SECRET RECORDING OF WOLFE CEO’S AFFAIR & ILLEGAL DEAL”
The grainy footage played on every network.
Aurora and Damian—sitting close together in the executive lounge weeks ago. His arm brushing hers. Her whispering something into his ear.
Then a line of distorted audio:
> Damian’s voice (cut):
“Transfer it to the usual account. Use her name if needed.”
The video ended with the timestamp and a blurred company logo.
The message was clear:
> Aurora Bennett was the front for Damian’s private money scheme.
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10:15 a.m. – Aurora’s Office
Security entered.
“Aurora Bennett,” one said grimly, “we need to escort you for questioning.”
She stared at them, numb. “Questioning? You think I—”
“This is by order of the board.”
Clarissa ran in. “Don't touch her. Damian's on his way.”
Too late.
They had her ID. Her login. And now... a video.
As they led her down the hallway, Aurora looked around.
Everyone was watching her like a criminal.
Some whispered.
Some took pictures.
And in her heart—something cracked.
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10:30 a.m. – Executive Boardroom
Aurora sat in the cold chair, a glass of water untouched in front of her.
Damian burst in, furious.
“This is nonsense. She’s being set up—again!”
Malcolm Gray, the board chair, didn’t blink. “Then prove it.”
“She doesn’t even have access to the internal budget routing. Only four people do. And I’m one of them.”
Malcolm leaned forward. “And the others?”
“Clara. Brandon. And you,” Damian snapped.
Silence.
Malcolm leaned back, unshaken. “Until this is resolved, we’re recommending suspension. Not as punishment—but to preserve company integrity.”
Damian’s voice dropped. “No. If she leaves, they’ll convict her in public. You know Clara is behind this.”
“Aren’t you tired of blaming your ex for everything?” Malcolm asked coolly.
Damian’s jaw clenched. “She’s the one who destroyed your offshore bonus package, remember?”
Clarissa cleared her throat loudly. “We have video analysis. The audio was spliced.”
She slid a report across the table.
“Whoever leaked the footage edited Damian’s voice into a scene it didn’t belong. We can prove it.”
Malcolm frowned.
Damian crossed to Aurora, took her hand.
“She stays,” he said. “Or I walk.”
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11:45 a.m. – Wolfe Enterprises Lobby
The media were still outside, hungry for blood.
But inside, Damian walked Aurora to the elevator.
“You okay?” he asked.
She gave a small laugh. “No.”
He squeezed her hand. “We’re close. Clara’s desperate. She’s throwing everything she has.”
Aurora nodded. “But she knows what she’s doing.”
They stepped into the elevator—and the moment the doors closed, she collapsed into his arms.
“I thought I was going to jail,” she whispered.
He wrapped his arms around her, fiercely. “Never.”
The doors opened again—and Clarissa stood waiting.
“We found him,” she said. “Brandon. He’s in Ghana. But he’s still messaging Clara.”
“Then it’s time to finish this,” Damian said darkly.
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Final Scene – Clara’s Suite, That Night
Clara sipped from her wine as her burner phone rang.
She answered.
Brandon’s voice came through, crackling and panicked. “You said they wouldn’t trace it.”
“They haven’t—yet.”
“They’re threatening to file criminal charges!”
“Then run faster.”
“What if I go to them instead? Cut a deal?”
Clara’s voice dropped to a dangerous whisper.
“If you try to flip on me, Brandon… you won’t live to flip anything.”
The line went dead.
She smiled.
Let the chaos consume them all.
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To Be Continued...
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