Bound To The Broken Alpha (Amy and Daniel) novel Chapter 389

Chapter 389 Breaking Amy

AMY

I slept less that night than I admitted the next morning.

Finished.

Not because I was afraid. Because my mind wouldn’t slow down. Every decision I had made over the past weeks replayed itself, not as regret, but as audit. I wasn’t looking for mistakes. I was looking for fingerprints.

By the time I arrived at headquarters, the atmosphere had shifted again.

Not louder. Tighter.

Oversight had officially begun. Temporary, they kept saying. Temporary always meant flexible. Flexible meant dangerous.

Addison met me at the entrance. This time, she didn’t joke. She didn’t fill the silence.

“They reassigned two of your assistants,” she said as we walked. “Compliance move.”

“Did they tell you why?” I asked.

“They said it was to reduce pressure on you.”

I nodded. Pressure was never reduced by removing control. Only redistributed.

Inside my office, the first thing I noticed was what was missing. Files I used daily were gone. Replaced with access requests. Waiting approvals. Delays stacked on delays.

I sat down and opened my terminal. Three requests denied. Two pending review.

One rerouted. None explained. I exhaled slowly and closed the screen. Someone knocked.

“Come in,” I said.

Clara stepped inside.

She paused at the door like she was unsure she was welcome. That alone told me she had rehearsed this

moment.

“I heard you were back in early,” she said softly. “I wanted to check on you.”

I gestured to the chair across from me. “Sit.”

She did, folding her hands neatly in her lap.

“I know things are tense,” she continued. “People are talking. I thought maybe it would help if I clarified some things.”

“Clarified what?” I asked.

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She looked down. “That you’ve been fair. That you’ve given me a chance when you didn’t have to.”

I studied her face. Calm. Earnest. Careful.

“And who would you be clarifying that to?” I asked.

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“The compliance team,” she replied. “Some council members. Anyone who’s worried this situation reflects poorly on your leadership.”

There it was. The offer. Help that created obligation.

“I don’t need advocacy,” I said. “I need accuracy.”

She nodded quickly. “Of course. That’s all I meant.”

Silence settled between us.

“I also heard,” she added, “that they’re reviewing staff connections. Personal ones.”

“That’s correct,” I said.

Her fingers tightened for a moment. Then relaxed.

“If they have questions about me,” she said, “I’ll answer them.”

“I expect you would,” I replied.

She smiled faintly. “I hope you know I wouldn’t do anything to make this harder for you.”

I held her gaze. “I know you want to be seen as cooperative.”

She blinked. “I want to be.”

After she left, I didn’t move for several minutes.

The problem wasn’t what she said. It was how early she knew. By midday, the next issue landed.

An external inquiry.

Southern analysts had flagged a discrepancy in a joint logistics report. One that originated from my department. Again.

This time, it wasn’t routed through my credentials. It was worse. It came from a subordinate acting under “assumed directive.”

They had followed verbal guidance.

Minc.

Except I hadn’t given it.

Daniel called immediately.

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“This is escalating faster than expected,” he said. “They’re going to ask why people are acting in your

name.”

“Because they think it protects them,” I replied.

“Or because someone wants it to look that way,” he said.

I closed my eyes. “I didn’t instruct anyone.”

“I know,” he said. “But belief is thinning.”

That afternoon, the council requested my presence again.

This time, Clara was there before I arrived.

She stood when I entered. Concerned. Respectful.

One of the elders spoke first. “We need to discuss the pattern.”

“I agree,” I said.

“You understand how this appears,” another added. “You remain calm while errors multiply around you.”

“Calm isn’t concealment,” I replied. “It’s restraint.”

“Or distance,” someone else said.

Clara shifted in her seat.

“If I may,” she said gently, “Amy has always believed in giving people space to act responsibly. That trust might be what’s being taken advantage of.”

Every eye turned to her. She hadn’t accused me. She hadn’t defended me. She had reframed me.

Trusting. Removed. Naive.

I looked at her. She didn’t meet my gaze. Not immediately.

The elder nodded slowly. “That’s a reasonable interpretation.”

I spoke before the silence settled.

“If someone is acting in my name without instruction, that is not trust,” I said. “That is manipulation.”

“Do you know who it is?” another elder asked.

“No,” I replied honestly. “But I know they want me quiet.”

The meeting ended without resolution. Again. When I stood to leave, Clara touched my arm lightly.

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