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Literally.

The ambient heat radiating from my skin plummets as my body instinctively shifts into defensive mode.

Kael does not flinch.

He just continues.

"Once they identified her as a potential vulnerability, they conducted a full background check. Financial history. Employment records. Medical debt portfolios."

He pauses.

"She has a lot of debt, sir."

I know.

I have seen the files.

The eviction notices. The past-due medical bills. The collection agency letters piling up on her kitchen table.

I have seen all of it.

And I have spent the past three weeks systematically dismantling every single financial burden she carried.

But apparently, I was not thorough enough.

"Show me," I say, my voice low.

Kael pulls up another file.

This one is different.

It is not a transaction log or a background check.

It is a contract.

A debt acquisition contract.

Signed two days ago.

By a company I do not recognize:Obsidian Recovery Solutions.

The name is deliberately misleading. It sounds like a subsidiary of my own firm.

It is not.

"They are a predatory collection agency," Kael says. "Specializing in anti-supernatural debt enforcement. They operate in legal gray areas, purchasing distressed debt portfolios at a fraction of their value and then using aggressive tactics to extract payment."

My claws dig into the edge of the console.

"How much?" I ask.

Kael's jaw tightens.

"All of it," he says. "They purchased one hundred percent of her unresolved debt. Back-rent. Medical bills. Credit card balances. Everything."

The holographic display shifts again, revealing a detailed breakdown of Tamsin's financial liabilities.

The numbers are staggering.