Chapter 5 - The Fall of the FreelancerBy Monday morning, Sebastian made good on his threat. My clients canceled their contracts one by one. My bank accounts were frozen under suspicion of corporate espionage, and my landlord issued a five-day eviction notice.

Sitting on the floor of my empty living room, staring at my dark laptop, I felt the cold grip of defeat.
Olivia sat beside me, resting her hand over mine. "I'm so sorry, Ethan. I brought this storm to your doorstep."
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"No," I said, turning to hold her gaze. "You showed me that some things are worth fighting for. We aren't backing down."
Together, we spent the next forty-eight hours analyzing the land registry records, cross-referencing her father’s original surveyor maps with Vale Meridian’s fraudulent construction permits.
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