Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 105

Chapter 105 Keeping It Discrete

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The day started earlier than usual. I was halfway through my second cup of coffee when Mrs. Carter called for a private meeting in her study. Her tone was serious and I really hoped that something had not happened.

When I got to her study, she was already seated behind her desk, going through a thick folder with handwritten notes. She gestured for me to sit.

“We need to be smarter about this,” she started, closing the folder. “Elias has allies in places we haven’t even considered.”

I nodded in agreement. “Daniel and I have been reviewing everything, but we can’t move without more proof. What did you have in mind?”

She leaned forward slightly. “There’s someone I used to rely on years ago. His name is Garvin. He worked in the council’s accounting department before he retired. If anyone can trace hidden financial trails, it’s him. But we can’t contact him openly. He’s still being watched and he’s been living in the shadows because of the enemies he made.”

“So we’d need to find a way around that,” I said.

“Exactly,” she replied. “I’ll reach out quietly, but you’ll need to handle any communication once he agrees. Daniel shouldn’t be directly involved yet, not until we’re sure Garvin can be trusted.”

That last part made sense. Still, I could see the faint worry in her eyes. She was trying to protect both of us. Daniel from his emotions, and me from the risk that came with digging deeper.

“I understand,” I said. “I’ll keep it discreet.”

She nodded, satisfied. “Good. I know I don’t say this often, but… you’ve done well, Amy. You’ve been an anchor for my son more than anyone ever has.”

Her words caught me off guard. “Thank you,” I said quietly.

When I left the study, I didn’t go straight to my car. I stood in the hallway for a moment, thinking about how much things had changed.

By the time I got to the office, Daniel was already in. His jacket hung neatly on the back of his chair, and he was typing something on his laptop with that same look of deep concentration he always had when he wanted to avoid conversation.

“Morning,” I said, setting my bag down.

He looked up, the faintest smile forming. “Morning. You’re early.”

“Your mum called me in before work,” I replied.

He raised a brow. “Everything alright?”

“Just strategy,” I said, sitting down. “We’re trying to reach someone who might help us with the Elias

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situation.”

“That’s good. Whatever you need, I’ll make sure you have it.”

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We spent the next few hours working side by side, reviewing records from the council’s previous fiscal year. At one point, Daniel leaned over, pointing at a figure on my screen. “That one doesn’t match the other months,” he said.

I looked where he was pointing, then smirked. “That’s because you entered the wrong number last week. Your handwriting on the report was terrible.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

“Not when it gives me something to tease you about.”

For a moment, we just smiled at each other.

Later that afternoon, while sorting through another batch of digital files, something caught my eye. A report labeled “Special Operations Budget – Confidential” sat in a restricted folder I hadn’t seen before. When I opened it, my pulse quickened.

The document listed several large payments made months before Daniel’s attack all signed off by Elias. The description for each payment was vague, labeled as “field reinforcement expenses.”

But the accounts they were transferred to belonged to rogue groups Daniel’s patrol had once clashed with. Things were beginning to make sense.

I printed a copy and went straight to his office. He was standing by the window with his phone in hand, but ended the call when he saw me.

“Found something?” he asked.

I nodded and handed him the file. “These payments. They’re linked to the same rogue groups from your patrol records. And Elias approved them himself.”

He scanned the pages carefully, his jaw tightening the longer he read. When he finished, he exhaled slowly and looked up at me. “Good work. This might be exactly what we need to connect him directly to the attack.”

“It’s still not enough for a formal accusation,” I said. “But it’s a start.”

He nodded again, then looked at me in a way that made it hard to focus on anything else. “You always find what others miss,” he said softly. “I mean it, Amy. You’ve changed everything for me, not just this case, but… everything.”

The room felt still for a second. I didn’t know how to respond, I was lost in his eyes.

When I finally spoke, my voice came out quieter than I expected. “We’re just doing what needs to be done.”

He smiled faintly. “You always say that.”

Because it was safer than saying anything else.

We went back to work, but the air between us felt different. The smallest things like the way his arm

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