The Sinclair Protocol – My Delivery Girl is a Private Military Queen

By Lea von Löwenstein

Chapter 16: Undercover Investigations

Part 1: Perfect Disguise

Blackwood Securities – Trading Floor

“Miss Chen,” HR Director Patterson’s voice held professional warmth. “Welcome to your first day. Your desk is right here, next to Senior Analyst Morris.”

Liv settled into her deliberately modest role, her burning ice hidden behind nervous enthusiasm. “Thank you, sir. I’m so grateful for this opportunity.”

“Morris will show you our systems,” Patterson continued. “Though perhaps start with something simple. Client documentation seems appropriate for day one.”

“Of course, sir,” Liv’s tone carried perfect intern eagerness while her Harvard-trained mind already cataloged potential suspects. “I’m happy to help wherever needed.”

“Rather refreshing attitude,” Morris’s voice held calculated interest as he studied his new intern. “Though we’ll see how long that enthusiasm lasts in documentation.”

“I’m sure I’ll learn quickly,” Liv’s smile showed carefully hidden predatory satisfaction. Sometimes the most devastating hunt started with being completely underestimated.

“Team meeting,” Morris’s voice carried professional authority. “Meet our new intern, Sarah Chen.”

Kate’s perfectly manicured nails paused on her designer keyboard as she assessed Liv’s off-the-rack suit. “Fresh from university? How… charming.”

“Marks & Spencer?” Amanda’s sharp features showed pure disdain. “Rather brave choice for Blackwood Securities.”

“Not everyone starts with Savile Row,” David’s tone held calculated amusement. “Though perhaps a trip to Harrods might prove… beneficial.”

“I’m just Tom,” the youngest analyst offered a sympathetic smile. “Three months in and they still judge my tie collection.”

“Pleasure to meet you all,” Liv’s voice carried perfect intern humility while her burning ice smile remained carefully hidden. “I’m hoping to learn from everyone.”

“Starting with proper attire, apparently,” Morris’s words dripped with judgment. “Now, about those client files…”

“Rather impressive CV,” Morris’s voice carried calculated interest. “Though Oxford seems an unusual choice for someone of your… background.”

“Scholarship,” Liv’s tone held carefully crafted humility. “My parents run a small grocery shop in Manchester. Education was everything to them.”

“How quaint,” Amanda’s sharp features showed renewed disdain. “Though perhaps explains the unfortunate wardrobe choices.”

“I saved every penny for tuition,” Liv’s burning ice remained perfectly hidden behind nervous determination. “Didn’t leave much for Savile Row.”

“Admirable dedication,” David’s words carried silk-wrapped judgment. “Though in our industry, appearance often determines success.”

“I understand,” Liv’s voice showed perfect eagerness to learn. “Perhaps once I prove my value, I can afford better suits.”

“Rather optimistic outlook,” Morris’s tone held dangerous amusement. “Let’s see if your work ethic matches your ambition.”

“Right then,” Morris’s voice carried professional authority. “Time to delegate today’s tasks.”

“Kate, quarterly risk assessments for the Asian markets. Amanda, compliance review on the Morgan portfolio. David, derivatives tracking for our Singapore positions.”

His tone turned purely condescending as he reached Liv. “Miss Chen, client documentation needs organizing. Rather simple task – even with your… limited experience.”

“Tom will show you the filing system,” Amanda’s sharp features showed lethal amusement. “Though perhaps start with the basic alphabetical order.”

“Thank you,” Liv’s burning ice remained perfectly hidden behind intern eagerness. “I’m happy to help wherever needed.”

“Rather fascinating attitude,” David’s words carried silk-wrapped judgment. “Let’s see how long that enthusiasm lasts in the documentation vault.”

“Sarah,” Kate’s perfectly manicured nails pushed a stack of files across her desk. “Since you’re so eager to help, perhaps handle my documentation as well.”

“These need processing too,” Amanda’s sharp features showed pure satisfaction as she added her own pile. “Rather simple task – basic data entry.”

“Speaking of simple tasks,” David’s tone held calculated amusement. “My client folders require reorganizing. Perfect opportunity to prove your… dedication.”

Liv’s burning ice remained carefully hidden behind intern eagerness as the work piled higher.

Tom’s sympathetic glance from his corner desk spoke volumes, though he remained carefully silent. Sometimes the most revealing reactions weren’t in what people did – but in what they chose not to do.

“Of course,” Liv’s voice carried perfect humility. “Happy to assist with everything.”

“All documentation needs processing by tomorrow morning,” Morris’s voice carried pure authority. “Rather generous deadline, considering the… simplicity of the task.”

“Nine AM sharp,” Amanda’s sharp features showed lethal satisfaction. “Quality standards remain high, regardless of your… background.”

“Though perhaps,” David’s tone held calculated amusement, “our new intern might need to skip her beauty sleep to meet expectations.”

Liv’s burning ice remained perfectly hidden as she assessed the mountain of files. Her Harvard-trained mind already calculating exactly how thoroughly they underestimated her capabilities.

“Of course, sir,” her voice carried carefully crafted anxiety. “I’ll ensure everything’s ready by morning.”

“Rather ambitious promise,” Morris’s words dripped with judgment. “Let’s see if your performance matches your enthusiasm.”

“I could stay,” Tom’s voice carried quiet sincerity after the others left for lunch. “Help you process these files. Rather unfair workload for your first day.”

Liv’s burning ice remained carefully hidden as she assessed his unexpected offer.

“That’s very kind,” her tone held perfect intern gratitude. “Though won’t you get in trouble with the others?”

“They already judge my ties,” Tom’s features showed resigned amusement. “Besides, I remember my first week. Amanda’s idea of ‘basic tasks’ nearly broke me.”

“Thank you,” Liv’s voice carried carefully crafted relief. “Though perhaps we should discuss exactly how thoroughly they enjoy their power games.”

“More than they should,” Tom’s words held quiet understanding. “Welcome to Blackwood Securities’ rather specific version of intern hazing.”

Part 2: Night Hours

“The filing system’s rather specific,” Tom’s voice carried quiet patience as midnight approached. “Though perhaps not as specific as Morris’s ideas about proper documentation.”

“These Singapore trades,” Liv’s tone held carefully crafted confusion. “The patterns seem… unusual.”

“Amanda’s pet project,” Tom’s features showed thoughtful interest. “Though she only started handling their accounts three months ago. Right after Mr. Drake’s first visit.”

Liv’s burning ice remained perfectly hidden as she processed this detail.

“Fascinating timing,” her voice maintained perfect intern curiosity. “Does she often take new accounts personally?”

“Never,” Tom’s words carried dangerous understanding.

“Focus on the current files,” Liv’s voice carried perfect intern dedication. “These need processing by morning.”

“Right,” Tom’s features showed quiet understanding. “Though the Singapore trades…”

“Can wait,” her tone held carefully crafted determination. “Rather finish the basic tasks before exploring… unusual patterns.”

“Practical approach,” Tom’s words carried resigned acceptance as he returned to the mounting paperwork. “Morris expects perfection, regardless of sleep deprivation.”

“Then let’s deliver exactly what they expect,” Liv’s burning ice remained hidden behind diligent focus. “Perfect documentation. On time.”

“Tom,” Liv’s voice carried quiet amusement as his head drooped over the files. “Perhaps you should head home.”

His exhausted features showed momentary confusion as he startled awake. “No, I can… the documentation needs…”

“Sleep,” her tone held carefully crafted concern. “Rather pointless to continue when you’re barely conscious.”

“But your workload,” Tom’s words slurred slightly. “They deliberately…”

“Will be finished by morning,” Liv’s burning ice remained hidden behind gentle insistence. “Go home. You’ve helped enough.”

“You’re sure?” His features showed genuine worry despite his exhaustion.

“Perfectly,” her voice carried pure certainty. “Though perhaps we should discuss your rather impressive dedication another time.”

Once Tom’s footsteps faded, Liv’s burning ice smile emerged in full force. Her fingers flew across the keyboard with lethal efficiency, processing documentation that should have taken days in mere hours.

“Rather fascinating system,” her voice carried dangerous amusement through secure channels. “Though perhaps not as fascinating as how thoroughly they underestimated my capabilities.”

Each file fell perfectly into place, sorted with the expertise of someone who’d mastered financial warfare while others were still learning basic trades.

Numbers and patterns that had confused Tom revealed themselves as perfect choreography under her touch.

“Done,” her tone held pure satisfaction as she sorted the final stack.

“Though watching their faces process my ‘overnight miracle’ should prove rather entertaining.”

With the basic documentation complete, Liv’s burning ice smile turned predatory as she accessed Amanda’s Singapore files.

“Rather specific trading patterns,” her voice carried dangerous silk through secure channels. “

Each transaction revealed another piece of Drake’s infiltration.

Trades executed moments before market shifts, security protocols adjusted right before physical breaches, information flowing with lethal precision.

“Found you,” her tone held pure satisfaction as she traced Amanda’s digital fingerprints. “Though watching how thoroughly you’ve compromised our systems proves rather… enlightening.”

“Keep gathering evidence,” Sebastian’s voice cut through secure channels with lethal appreciation. “Let’s see exactly how deep Ms. Pierce’s betrayal reaches.”

“Interesting patterns,” Liv’s burning ice smile turned calculating as she traced Amanda’s digital trail. “Though perhaps not as fascinating as how perfectly she follows instructions.”

Each transaction showed precise timing, yet lacked the strategic brilliance of a mastermind.

Orders executed with mechanical efficiency, but always after specific market indicators – like a puppet dancing to hidden strings.

“Rather telling,” her voice carried dangerous silk through secure channels. “Ms. Pierce executes with perfect precision, but someone else choreographs her moves.”

“Keep watching,” Sebastian’s tone held lethal understanding. “Let’s see exactly whose shadow lurks behind our ambitious trader.”

“The timing suggests…” Liv’s words promised destruction. “David’s derivatives desk processes every trade exactly three minutes before Amanda executes.”

“By the way… you have a RATHER SPECIFIC style of workplace culture,” Liv’s voice carried dangerous silk through secure channels. “The entire department operates on pure toxicity.”

“Elaborate,” Sebastian’s tone held lethal interest.

“Morris maintains control through deliberate humiliation. Amanda enforces social hierarchy through designer labels. Kate and David play their power games…” Liv’s burning ice smile turned predatory. “Perfect environment for manipulation and betrayal.”

“The ideal breeding ground for turning employees,” Sebastian’s words carried pure understanding. “Though perhaps not as ideal as how thoroughly it masks deeper corruption.”

“Exactly,” Liv’s tone promised destruction. “Who would notice information leaks when everyone’s too focused on destroying each other’s careers?”

“Keep watching their patterns,” Sebastian’s voice held dangerous satisfaction. “Let’s see which toxic relationships hide the real betrayal.”

“Rather fascinating opportunity,” Liv’s voice carried pure silk through secure channels. “This department needs more than just finding traitors.”

“Planning a complete overhaul?” Sebastian’s tone held dangerous amusement.

“Morris’s leadership style breeds betrayal. Amanda’s social warfare destroys talent. Kate and David’s power games waste resources…” Liv’s burning ice smile turned predatory. “Once we eliminate the corruption, perhaps it’s time for some… structural improvements.”

“Though watching you dismantle their toxic hierarchy should prove rather entertaining,” Sebastian’s words carried lethal appreciation.

“First the traitors,” Liv’s tone promised destruction. “Then we’ll show them exactly how a proper trading floor operates. Without the designer labels and social warfare.”

“Happy hunting, darling,” Sebastian’s voice held pure satisfaction. “Do try not to terrify them too thoroughly when you finally reveal your true identity.”

“Though perhaps,” Liv’s voice carried genuine warmth through secure channels, “we should discuss Tom’s rather refreshing lack of toxic ambition.”

“The quiet one?” Sebastian’s tone held careful interest.

“Stayed late to help the new intern. Showed genuine concern. No power plays, no social warfare…” Liv’s burning ice smile softened slightly. “Rather rare to find that kind of integrity in this environment.”

“Potential asset for the reformed department?” Sebastian’s words carried thoughtful consideration.

“Perfect foundation,” Liv’s tone held pure certainty. “Sometimes the most valuable players aren’t the ones fighting for power – but those who maintain their humanity despite the corruption.”

“Keep watching him,” Sebastian’s voice showed dangerous approval. “Let’s see if his integrity remains consistent.”

“Rather pointless to leave now,” Liv’s voice carried quiet amusement through secure channels. “The morning shift starts in three hours.”

“Sleep, darling,” Sebastian’s tone held dangerous concern. “That ridiculously expensive couch in Morris’s office should prove rather comfortable.”

“Perfect suggestion,” Liv’s burning ice smile turned satisfied as she accessed the office with practiced ease. “I´d love to watch Morris’s face when he discovers his new intern’s early arrival.”

“Rest,” Sebastian’s words carried silk-wrapped steel. “Tomorrow brings more toxic politics to navigate.”

“And more threads to unravel,” Liv’s voice promised destruction as she settled onto the leather couch. “Sometimes the most effective strategy requires perfect timing – even in sleeping arrangements.”

Part 3: Morning Confrontation

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Morris’s voice shattered the early morning silence, pure fury echoing through his office.

Liv’s burning ice remained perfectly hidden behind carefully crafted anxiety as she startled ‘awake’ on his leather couch. “Sir, I… the documentation needed finishing…”

“Rather presumptuous,” his tone dripped with venom, “to think you had permission to contaminate my private space with your… discount presence.”

“The files, sir,” Liv’s voice carried deliberate nervousness. “They’re all processed. Every single one.”

“Impossible,” Morris’s features showed pure disdain. “Though perhaps we should discuss exactly how you accessed my office without authorization.”

“The door was open,” her lie carried perfect innocence. “I just… I needed somewhere to rest after completing the work.”

“Your arrogance,” Morris’s voice turned purely lethal as he towered over her, “rather exceeds your position.”

Liv maintained her carefully crafted facade of nervous intern as he continued his assault. “Breaking into a senior executive’s office. Contaminating private property with your… discount presence.”

“Sir, I only wanted-“

“Wanted?” His tone carried pure venom. “Let me tell you exactly what you’ll get. Security escort from the building. Permanent record of unauthorized access. Rather fitting end to your pathetic attempt at entering our world.”

“The documentation,” Liv’s voice held deliberate desperation. “It’s all finished. Every file, every record…”

“Perfect processing won’t save you,” Morris’s features showed dangerous satisfaction. “Though perhaps we should discuss exactly how thoroughly you’ve destroyed your career before security arrives.”

Liv maintained her carefully crafted nervous demeanor as his strategy shifted. “Sir?”

“Security logs,” his tone carried dangerous silk. “Show no overnight activity. Rather suggests you snuck in early to cover your… failure.”

“I stayed all night,” Liv’s voice held deliberate desperation. “The files needed finishing…”

“Lying about unauthorized access,” Morris’s features showed lethal satisfaction. “Adding deception to incompetence. Though perhaps you’d like to confess before I check the CCTV footage.”

“Sir, I can prove-“

“Your time stamps on the files,” his words promised destruction. “Will show exactly how thoroughly you’ve attempted to deceive us.”

“Actually, sir,” Tom’s voice cut through Morris’s tirade with unexpected steel. “I can confirm her timeline.”

Morris’s features showed pure shock at the interruption. “Rather insane of you to involve yourself, Harrison. Do you want to get fired, too?”

“I stayed late helping with the documentation,” Tom’s tone held dangerous certainty. “Until 2 AM. Sarah remained to finish.”

“You expect me to believe,” Morris’s words carried lethal silk, “that this… discount intern completed an impossible workload?”

“The files are perfect,” Tom’s voice showed quiet strength. “Every record processed, every detail accurate. Though perhaps we should discuss exactly why you assigned three days’ work for overnight completion.”

Liv’s burning ice remained carefully hidden behind grateful anxiety as she watched Tom’s unexpected defense unfold.

“Well, well,” Amanda’s sharp features showed pure satisfaction as she entered Morris’s office. “Our discount intern causing trouble already.”

“Rather predictable,” Kate’s voice carried silk-wrapped venom. “Though perhaps not as predictable as her pathetic attempts to impress.”

David’s tone held lethal amusement as he joined the gathering wolves. “Breaking into senior offices on day one. Rather ambitious start.”

“Tom,” Amanda’s words dripped with dangerous warning. “Your misguided defense of this… situation might prove rather costly.”

“Though watching two careers end simultaneously has certain entertainment value,” Morris’s features showed pure satisfaction. “Unless our noble defender wishes to reconsider his… statement.”

“The documentation,” Morris’s voice carried lethal precision. “Let’s see exactly how thoroughly our intern failed.”

Amanda’s sharp features showed pure satisfaction as she opened the first file. Then froze.

“How is that possible?” Kate’s tone lost its venom as she checked another stack. “Every entry…”

“Perfect processing,” David’s words held reluctant admission. “Though perhaps we should discuss exactly how…”

“Impossible,” Morris’s features showed dangerous calculation as he verified the work himself. “No intern could process this volume overnight.”

“Unless,” Amanda’s voice turned purely predatory, “someone else completed these files.”

Tom’s quiet strength never wavered. “I watched her work until 2 AM. Every entry, every detail – all Sarah.”

“Every entry requires verification,” Morris’s voice carried lethal determination as he scrutinized each detail. “No intern achieves this level of precision.”

His features showed growing frustration as file after file revealed perfect processing. Documentation that should have taken days, completed with flawless accuracy.

“The Singapore trades,” Amanda’s sharp tone held dangerous interest. “Check her processing of the restricted accounts.”

“Rather specific concern,” Liv’s burning ice remained carefully hidden as she watched Amanda’s tell.

“Everything matches protocol,” Morris’s words carried pure venom. “Though perhaps we should discuss exactly how our discount intern acquired such… particular expertise.”

“Natural talent,” Tom’s quiet defense never wavered. “Though watching you search for nonexistent mistakes proves rather telling.”

“Since you’re so… efficient,” Morris’s voice turned purely calculating, “perhaps a more challenging task is in order.”

Liv’s burning ice remained carefully hidden as his tone shifted from fury to dangerous satisfaction.

“The Richardson contract,” his words carried lethal precision. “Rather important client requiring personal attention. Though perhaps beyond an intern’s… capabilities.”

“Sir?” Liv’s tone held deliberate uncertainty.

“Simple parameters,” Morris’s features showed pure satisfaction. “Secure his signature by end of day. Failure means immediate termination through HR. Rather fitting test of your supposed talents.”

“Though watching our discount intern handle Richardson’s particular demands should prove entertaining,” Amanda’s sharp voice carried silk-wrapped venom.

“I’ll do my best,” Liv’s carefully crafted nervousness masked her predatory satisfaction.