I felt a cold shiver of realization pass through me.

The seeds of Adrian’s destruction had been sown by his own hands.

“The stock is tumbling,” Julian observed, looking over my shoulder at the market chart.

“Bennett Urban Systems shares are down twenty percent in the last thirty minutes.”

“This is just the beginning,” I said.

“Without that project, his firm does not have the cash flow to sustain its operations.”

“He leveraged everything on the Boston harbor contract.”

“Then he is in serious trouble,” Julian said.

I set my glass down on a nearby table.

I felt a quiet sense of closure.

I had not sought revenge; I had simply done my job with integrity.

But the truth has a way of leveling old debts.

My phone buzzed in my pocket again.

I pulled it out, expecting another news alert.

The screen showed an incoming call from a Boston area code.

It was Adrian’s personal number.

I stared at the screen as it vibrated against my palm.

Julian looked down at the phone, then up at me.

“Are you going to answer it?” he asked.