I stepped into Fabian’s office—handing back the signed transfer documents in a crisp folder—feeling unusually calm. The hallway had that morning buzz, but I was steady, grounded. After that ride with Leland and that quiet confidence he gave me? I felt ready.
I opened my laptop in Fabian’s office—remembering I had left it here after signing the apartment paperwork the day before. I needed to send Fabian an email with the signed transfer documents. Easy thing. No drama.
But as soon as the screen lit up—there it was.
A news alert flashed at the bottom: “SCANDAL: MCC Secretary Demands Cash from CEO”. Beside it, a familiar look: my profile picture. I clicked the link with growing dread.
The page opened to a doctored screenshot of a private i********: DM. The text read: “Maurice Miranda to F
