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But Skyla had not finished.
"So here's my condition: effective immediately, we re-route five percent of every black-market shipment to a discretionary fund. That fund goes to the families of the previous three Fleet Coordinators. And if anyone tries to trigger my implant, every file I've ever touched—every hidden manifest, every ghost route, every single name—gets broadcast to every authority in the sector." skyla novea - the promotion
"Mysterious," Director Halix echoed, tasting the word. "One had a nervous breakdown. One was reassigned to a garbage scow near Betelgeuse. And one…" He glanced at the silver-haired woman. "One simply vanished." But Skyla had not finished
She laid the datapad on the table and pointed to a sub-clause they had not mentioned—one buried in the appendices. "It says here that the Fleet Coordinator has the authority to initiate a full internal audit of all past and present cargo routes. No prior approval needed. No oversight. Just a single signature." And if anyone tries to trigger my implant,
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