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SERAPHINA
Kai arrived at nine with a folder that weighed more than all the previous ones combined.
He sat down across from me in the same neutral office, the same two chairs, the same cold tea and he opened it without introducing anything to me just straight to the point, like he had learned I like things done that way.
"This is the complete report," he said. "Everything verified, cross-referenced, and reviewed by the forensic consultant and the legal specialist I brought in for the pharmaceutical chain." He turned it to face me. "I want to walk you through the structure before you read the whole thing."
I nodded.
He went through it section by section.
The pharmaceutical correspondence, the Harlow Biochem emails, was now fully traced through the company chain to a direct connection with a personal account linked to Alistair. It wasn't in his name; it was buried under three layers.
