THE BILLIONAIRE THEY BURIED CAME BACK FROM THE DEA…

Jonathan spread documents across the table. Asset freezes. Interim resolutions. Security memos. A copy of the search report with route inconsistencies highlighted. Isabella had brought her own stack: foundation irregularities, donor messages redirected through Tomás’s office, and a list of staff departures that coincided almost perfectly with anyone who had questioned the speed of leadership transition after your disappearance.

“He’s not just sitting in your chair,” she said. “He’s gutting the floor under it.”

For sixteen hours you worked.

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