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Leo's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "You mean, we go on live television? Are you out of your mind?"

I raise my hands in mock surrender, amused by their reactions. "Neither of you understand my meaning," I remark with a twinkle in my eye. "So, let me remind you of what happened the last time we were on television: we were attacked by someone from the crowd."

Caleb's eyes widen at the memory, his fingers instinctively tracing the faded scar on his cheek. "You're talking about putting ourselves back in the spotlight? On a live show?" His voice is laced with equal parts excitement and trepidation.

"Exactly," I exclaim animatedly, slowly rising from my seat to pace around the room. "Don't you get it? She won't be able to resist tuning in. In fact, if we play our cards right, everyone will tune in. In other words, all eyes will be off of Charlie while she does what she needs to do. We'll be the main focus."

"We'll also be in the most danger," Leo adds.

"A risk I think we're all willing to take." Caleb nods, finally seeing my perspective. "It's not a good plan, but it's the one we've got."

I scowl at him and argue, "It's a great plan, thank you."

Leo chuckles softly, shaking his head. "You never fail to amaze me with your wild ideas, Harris. And I don't mean in a good way," he adds while smirking in Caleb's direction.

I lean forward, my eyes gleaming with conviction. "Despite the two of you being assholes, we need to use it as a weapon. The spotlight, not your assholishness."

"Haha. Funny," Leo drones.

I grin and give a bow, "Thank you, I know."

53

CHARLIE

"Excuse me, pardon me."

I navigate through the throngs of people, the crowded streets bustling with energy and life. My heart pounds fiercely in my chest as I surge forward, my senses heightened with every step. The urgency of the situation propels me forward, toward Debbie's address, where the confrontation awaits.

The cacophony of sounds - the chatter of voices, the honking of car horns, the rhythm of footsteps - fills the air, but I remain focused. My mind is singularly devoted to the task at hand, the fire of determination burning within me.

The sea of people parts around me like a well-choreographed dance, as if sensing the urgency that propels me forward. I navigate through the labyrinthine streets, my strides purposeful and determined. There is no room for hesitation now.

With each passing moment, my anticipation grows, fueling my resolve. The weight of what I am about to face weighs heavily on my shoulders, but I refuse to let it deter me. I need to get to Debbie. I know that by now, the guys have to be gearing up, or maybe they're already tailing me. I need to get to her before they get to me, or worse, get to her first. It's too dangerous.

"Sorry, excuse me-" I mutter, weaving through the bustling crowd, my eyes fixed ahead on the distant figure of Debbie's apartment building. It seems to stand tall against the backdrop of chaos, its majestic structure a sanctuary amidst the swirling storm of humanity.

As I approach, a glimmer of familiarity catches my eye, and I spot a television screen mounted on the side of the building. Something a little too familiar... enough that it distracts me from my mission. Curiosity overtakes me as I join a small gathering of onlookers who have also gathered around the screen for a better look.

Then I realize what looks so familiar: the three CEOs of BioCore Solutions.

Jackson, Caleb, and Leo sit in the chairs of a talk show, their faces beaming with delight as they exchange stories and laughter. Their expensive suits gleam under the studio lights, exuding an air of success and confidence. The audience erupts in applause, their admiration palpable in the air.

My heart sinks. What the hell are they doing here? This isn't right. They're supposed to be on my tail, not attending a talk show, enjoying themselves like they don't have a care in the world.

The television screen buzzes with an electric energy as the host addresses the trio. "Jackson, Caleb, Leo, welcome! We're happy to have you on our show this morning."

"Thanks, Will," Jackson, ever the charmer, beams. "We're glad to be here."

The host, Will, chuckles. "Why are you here? it was quite a surprise when I heard you request to come on this morning."

Jackson leans forward, his smile widening. "Well, Will, we have something important to share with you and with the world. Something that has been weighing heavily on our hearts."

The audience leans in, their eyes wide with anticipation. The onlookers beside me exchange confused glances, murmuring among themselves in hushed tones. It's clear that no one expected this twist.

Caleb's voice fills the studio, his tone somber yet resolute. "We have recently made a shocking discovery within our own company, BioCore Solutions. It has come to our attention that one of our trusted employees has been leaking private intel, jeopardizing the very foundation of our work."

Gasps ripple through the crowd in the studio and echo through the streets outside. The weight of this revelation hangs heavy in the air, its implications reaching far beyond the confines of the television screen.

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