Ares

The calm after the siege was deceptive. Sterling Tower had stood tall, my family safe—but the quiet gnawed at me. Silence was never innocent; it was always the precursor to the next move.

Leon approached with a tablet, his expression tight. “Sir… you need to see this. Financial anomalies—transactions from internal accounts. Someone’s moving assets, redirecting funds without authorization.”

I froze, scanning the numbers. My jaw clenched. “How… who?”

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