Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 516

QuanTech Innovations, President’s Office:

Selene picked up her phone and immediately noticed thousands of unread messages in the company group chat.

Something must have happened within the company.

She tapped into the chat, scrolled back to the morning, and saw someone had posted a photo: Annalise Johnston, caught on camera, was waiting for the elevator with four or five drink carriers, each loaded with coffee.

“That’s got to be at least fifteen or sixteen cups, right?”

“Who’s got an inside source at Vaughn Enterprises? Confess now and we’ll go easy!”

“Who *doesn’t* have a friend at Vaughn Enterprises? My buddy sent me this.”

Someone else posted photos of former QuanTech employees who had been poached by Vaughn Enterprises. All of them, now with Vaughn, seemed to be stuck in entry-level grunt work.

“I heard from a friend that the people who left with Annalise Johnston feel completely duped. Now they’re demanding an explanation from her.”

“Told you—Vaughn’s boss is a shark in a suit. That guy’s the most ruthless capitalist in the city. If those folks made it out with their skin intact, they should count themselves lucky.”

As Selene skimmed through the messages, another notification popped up—Luke Holloway.

He’d sent her a photo of a shattered drone.

“This morning, a drone tried to land on your balcony. I’ve got people analyzing its storage and video feed. Turns out, it’s registered to Vaughn Enterprises. Footage from the neighborhood shows that jerk Harrison’s car parked outside the complex around 7 a.m.—looks like he was piloting the drone. It tried to snag some clothes from your drying rack, but I shot it down.”

Luke added, “Any idea why Harrison’s stealing your clothes?”

Selene was about to reply that she had no clue what kind of stunt Harrison was trying to pull, when she suddenly remembered something Daph had told her that morning.

Dames wanted one of her shirts.

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