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"This can't be right," Adriel murmured, flipping to the next page. Just like the previous one, it showed resources being pulled from William's domestic projects to support the Sicilian deal.

"Outrageous," Hale muttered, peering over his shoulder. "Jefferson has been sabotaging other projects to make his look better! That vicious snake!"

Adriel frowned as he skimmed through the documents. His hand froze over a contract. Signed agreements with an unfamiliar Sicilian firm. 

"He's already made a deal?" Adriel quickly pulled out his phone to take pictures. "Wasn't he only presenting the idea for now?"

Hale laughed darkly. "I wouldn't be surprised if he has joined hands with the Sicilian mafia. That man is the devil!"

Adriel shot him an annoyed look. "Can you stop slandering my uncle for a minute? I'm trying to focus here."

The sound of the conference room door opening down the hall jolted him upright.