She Didn't Need Him to Fight Her Battles — But She Needed Everyone to Hear the Truth
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Chapter 8 - The Notebook
Getting access wasn't easy. But Angela was the platoon leader — she had the authority to inspect offices. She scheduled a routine accountability check when Maddox was at a mandatory briefing.
The drawer was locked. She picked it — an old skill her grandfather had taught her years ago.
The notebook was there. Thick, leather-bound. Handwritten entries. Dates. Quantities. Names. Delivery locations. Payments. Every single transaction.
She photographed every page. Then she put it back exactly where it had been.
She was closing the drawer when the door opened.
May you like
Maddox stood there. He didn't look surprised. He looked sad.
"I wondered how long it would take you," he said.
