A cold, hard knot tightened in Julian’s gut. The destruction of Lyra’s mural wasn't just a random act of vandalism. It felt too calculated, too convenient, hitting him where he was most vulnerable, just after his public defiance. This went deeper than a disgruntled artist. This was a message. A brutal, expensive message. Returning to his office, Julian didn't bother with small talk. He dismissed his assistant with a curt nod, the weight of his decision to finance the repairs settling heavily. Every penny he’d sacrificed, every angry boardroom glare, sharpened his resolve. Someone had orchestrated this. Someone with inside knowledge. Pulling up decades of company data, Julian buried himself in the digital archives. The smell of old paper and stale coffee usually permeated the executive floor, but now only the hum of his servers filled the silence. He started with his father’s era, sifting through project proposals, budget allocations, and confidential board minutes. Hours bled into days. His eyes burned, his fingers a blur across the keyboard. He lived on protein bars and black coffee, the city lights outside his window shifting from dawn to dusk and back again. He wasn't just looking for sabotage now; he was hunting for a pattern, an overarching agenda. Subtle discrepancies began to surface. Projects championed by his father, particularly those with an artistic or cultural bent, consistently faced unexpected budget overruns, delayed permits, or sudden contractor bankruptcies. Julian himself had experienced similar ‘bad luck’ with several of his own initiatives, especially those involving community engagement or unconventional art partnerships. A name kept recurring in these compromised projects: Richard Vance. Julian’s father’s cousin, a long-time fixture on the board, always presenting himself as the voice of fiscal prudence and modern business. Richard had always pushed for a leaner, more commercialized Vance Corporation, often advocating to divest from the 'less profitable' creative divisions. Julian remembered Richard's dismissive comments about Elias's art collection.

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