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”I can’t find out. Not through normal channels. The ownership structure is buried under layers that make Victor’s shell companies look like child’s play. Multiple jurisdictions. Offshore accounts. Nominee directors who don’t actually run anything.” He paused, rubbing his eyes briefly. ”Whoever set this up did it with serious money and serious legal expertise. This isn’t one guy hiding a bribery scheme. This is an organization.”

Sean absorbed that. ”And Foster works for them.”

”Foster works for Lockhart Holdings, as far as I can tell,” said Max. ”Which means if he was watching you on campus today, Lockhart Holdings already knows you neutralized Victor’s leverage over Makima’s building. And they’re curious enough about who did it to send someone to physically observe you.”

The apartment was quiet for a moment.

”Why would they care this much about one building?” said Sean. ”It’s not even that valuable compared to what Victor’s net worth implies.”

Max shook his head slowly. ”I don’t think they care about the building specifically. I think they care about the pattern. You disrupted one of their acquisition operations. People who run things at this scale don’t like disruptions. They like to know who’s responsible and whether that person is a threat, an opportunity, or both.”

”Both how?” said Sean.

”You’re eighteen and you just took down one of their contractors with a folder of documents and a signed agreement,” said Max. ”If I were running Lockhart Holdings, I’d want to know if you’re someone to eliminate as a problem, or someone to recruit as an asset.” He looked at Sean directly. ”Either way, you’re on their radar now. That’s not something you can undo.”

Sean leaned back in his chair. He thought about everything he’d built in less than a week. The money. The clothes. The car. Makima. Olivia. The investments. All of it had felt, until this moment, like a story he was writing for himself, using knowledge no one else had access to.

Now it felt like he’d wandered into someone else’s story without realizing it, and that story had much bigger stakes than he’d accounted for.

”What do you recommend,” said Sean.

Max considered the question carefully. ”Short term, increase your security. James is good, but one driver isn’t enough if Lockhart Holdings decides you’re a threat worth removing.” He paused. ”Long term, you need more information before you make any moves. Right now you know they exist. You don’t know who runs them, what their actual goals are, or how far their reach extends. Moving against something you can’t see clearly is how people get hurt.”

”Can you find out more?” said Sean.

”I can try,” said Max. ”But this is a different category of difficulty than Victor. Victor was sloppy in places. Whoever built Lockhart Holdings wasn’t sloppy anywhere I’ve looked yet.” He paused. ”I’ll need more time. And probably more resources. Better tools. Maybe access to systems I currently don’t have.”

”Whatever you need,” said Sean. ”Tell me the cost.”

Max studied him for a moment. He pulled up a new document on his laptop and started typing. After a minute he turned the screen around.

Eighty thousand dollars.

”That covers better infrastructure,” said Max. ”Anonymized servers, tools I can’t get through normal channels, and enough buffer that if I burn an identity digging into Lockhart Holdings I can build a new one without slowing down.”

Sean looked at the number for a moment. Then he pulled out his phone and made the transfer without hesitation.

[80,000 dollars sent]

[Balance: $1,805,480]

[160,000 dollars received]

[New Balance: $1,965,480]

Max’s phone buzzed in his pocket a second later. He glanced at it, then back at Sean, something flickering across his face that looked almost like disbelief even after everything that had already happened between them.

”You really don’t blink at these numbers anymore, do you,” said Max.

”I blink,” said Sean. ”I just don’t let it slow me down.”

Max almost smiled. ”Okay,” he said quietly. ”Let’s find out who’s actually running this.”

His phone buzzed in his pocket.

Not Max. Not Makima. Not Olivia.

An unknown number.

Sean looked at the screen for a moment before answering. ”Hello.”

A pause on the other end. Then a voice, calm and measured, with no particular accent or identifying feature. The kind of voice that had been trained into neutrality. ”Mr. Miller. I apologize for the unconventional introduction. My name isn’t important right now. I represent an organization that recently became aware of your involvement in a property matter on Clement Street.”

Sean went very still. Max looked up from his laptop, immediately alert, watching Sean’s face for any sign of what was happening.

”I’m listening,” said Sean carefully.

”We were impressed,” said the voice. ”Genuinely. It’s rare to see someone your age handle a situation with that much precision. Victor Hale is not an easy man to outmaneuver.”

”What do you want,” said Sean.

”At this stage, nothing,” said the voice. ”This call is simply to let you know that you’ve been noticed. We don’t make threats, Mr. Miller. We make observations. And our observation is that you’re either going to become a significant problem for us, or a significant asset. We’d prefer the latter.”

”And if I’m not interested in being either,” said Sean.

A brief pause. Almost amused. ”Everyone is one or the other eventually, Mr. Miller. The only question is which. We’ll be in touch.”

The line went dead.

Sean lowered the phone slowly. Max was staring at him.

”Who was that,” said Max.

”I don’t know,” said Sean quietly. ”But I think we just found the architect.”

The apartment was silent except for the hum of Max’s laptop fans.

”What did they say,” said Max.

Sean repeated the conversation as precisely as he could remember it. Max listened without interrupting, his expression growing more serious with every word, his fingers absently tapping against the edge of his keyboard.

When Sean finished, Max sat back in his chair and ran a hand over his face.