For Me,There Is Only You |18+|

64. The Uncertainty

At first glance, everything seemed standard—supply agreements, logistics, cost breakdowns.

But as I read further, my pulse slowed, my breath evened out.

That familiar stillness settled over me—the kind that came when something wasn't right.

Familiar words. Familiar structure. A framework I knew better than anyone.

Because I wrote it.

I inhaled slowly, fingers twitching slightly as I turned another page. My expression remained unreadable, even as I caught the modifications.

Small changes. Subtle enough to seem insignificant. But they weren't.

They shifted the entire power dynamic of the deal.

An oversight on the surface. A costly one beneath.

Richard Foster and Harold Thompson are bastards.

Across from me, Ansel had been watching in silence.

I felt his gaze track every precise movement—the slight tension in my fingers as they traced the page, the measured slowness of my actions. Too controlled.

He leaned forward slightly, his voice gentle but alert.

"Neev?" His sapphire eyes locked onto mine. "What is it?"

I didn't answer immediately. Instead, I exhaled slowly, shutting the file with a measured tap of my fingers.

"This deal," I said evenly, tapping the closed folder again, "originated from a proposal I drafted during my internship there."

Ezra's frown deepened. "What?"

I lifted my gaze.

"I pitched this proposal to Richard Foster, the current CEO of Triple S," I continued. "Back then, he didn't just reject it—he called it naïve. Impractical. Said I was just an intern with no real-world understanding of security infrastructure."

The words still burned, even after all this time.

The sharp sting of dismissal, of having my work reduced to nothing more than the overambitious ramblings of a nobody.

I let out a quiet breath, my fingers tightening around the file.

"But now, here it is." My voice dropped, edged with something colder. "My proposal. Stolen. Twisted. And paraded around as their own."

Ansel's jaw clenched. I could feel the anger rolling off him in waves.

"But I never thought those greedy old foxes would be this shortsighted."

I snapped the file open again, flipping another page, my eyes scanning every calculated modification.

And with each line I read, my anger burned hotter.

The lack of foresight was almost laughable. Almost.

"This entire deal is garbage," I said flatly. "And worse than that, it's dangerous..... for Aegis as well as Triple S."

Across from me, Ansel and Ezra exchanged a look, an unspoken conversation passing between them.

Ansel leaned forward, resting his forearms on his thighs. "Explain."

His voice was steady, but there was an unmistakable shift in the air.

I met his gaze, and for a moment, it wasn't Ansel—my mate—staring back at me.

No. This was the CEO of Aegis Armaments.

The man whose decisions shaped the future of modern warfare.