Chapter 215
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Brogan straightened sharply. “Wait — if hospitals are still buying the same volume, why is the terminal sales data in freefall? Where are patients actually getting their medication p>
Crawford reached into his jacket pocket and set a small encrypted USB drive on the desk. “We intercepted some deeply concerning chatter. The answer is likely in there. You’ll need to verify it p>
June grabbed the drive and inserted it. A folder opened, revealing dozens of blurred screenshots — captures from heavily encrypted dark-web medical forums, chat rooms full of desperate, low-income cancer patients all discussing the same thing. A “miracle alternative.” A generic version of Apex Bio’s drug claiming an identical chemical structure, available at one-tenth the retail price.
June’s stomach dropped. A wave of nausea moved through her.
“Black market generics,” she said. The words tasted like poison.
Someone had stolen her formula and was producing counterfeit quantities in underground labs, flooding the bottom tier of the market.
Brogan stepped back, visibly shaken. “This isn’t just patent infringement. It’s mass murder. The impurities in a basement synthesis are sufficient to cause complete renal failure within a week p>
June drove her palms down onto the desk and pushed herself upright. Her eyes burned with a cold, lethal fury.
She had given everything — years of her life, the full force of her intellect — to build something that saved people. She was not going to allow anyone to turn her life’s work into an instrument of death.
𝗧𝘩𝘦 bеst 𝗿𝗲𝗏iе𝘸𝘴 𝗼ո 𝗀𝗮𝗹ո𝗈𝘷еl𝗌.𝘤𝗼m
“Brogan,” she said, her voice sharp and absolute. “Lock down the entire manufacturing facility immediately. Initiate a blind-pull quality test on every batch currently in transit to pharmacies p>
Brogan nodded once and moved without hesitation, already striding out of the office.
The door clicked shut.
June and Crawford were alone.
She looked up slowly, her chest still heaving. “Why are you doing this?” she asked, her voice quieter now, unsteady at its edges. “You mobilized Wall Street analysts and dark-web intelligence to bring me this. Why p>
Crawford rose from the chair, which scraped sharply against the floor. He walked around the desk and stopped close — close enough that his height cast a shadow over her, though there was nothing threatening in it. Only an unwavering solidity, a wall against everything trying to reach her.
He leaned in. His voice dropped to something low and unambiguous.
“Because I will not allow anyone to destroy what you have built,” Crawford said. “Not Cole. Not the black market. Not anyone p>
June’s breath caught.
The war had just escalated. And for the first time in a long while, she was not fighting it alone.
A freezing, relentless rain hammered the concrete streets of New York the following morning. The temperature had plummeted overnight, turning the city into a gray, cheerless expanse.
June pushed through the heavy glass doors of her apartment building.