Mag-log inATHENA POV The city fell away in a blur of wet asphalt and smeared neon lights. I leaned my head against the cool glass of the passenger window, watching the rain strike the surface in sharp, chaotic patterns. The heavy, armored SUV cut through the storm with a low, rhythmic hum, the windshield wipers clearing the view in a steady, monotonous sweep. Everything back at the Laurent headquarters felt a million miles away now, but my heart was still doing a frantic dance against my ribs. Julian Vance getting led away in handcuffs. The flash of green text on my tablet confirming the open-source leak. The look on Lucien’s face when he fired that shot through the headlight. It was a lot to process. A week ago, I was just a ghost in a small, damp apartment, surviving on black coffee and a burning need to make Marcus pay for what he did. Now, I was sitting in a vehicle that cost more than my father's entire first server farm, riding shotgun with a man who had just casually burned his own c
LUCIEN POV The high-beam headlights of the arriving SUVs washed over the concrete pillars, painting the whole garage in a harsh, sterile white. The engines idled low, a heavy, synchronized growl that echoed off the low ceiling. I didn't lower my weapon until the lead vehicle came to a hard stop and the doors flew open. Men in tactical gear, carrying the official crest of the federal compliance task force, spilled out onto the asphalt. They weren't my security team, and they definitely weren't the estate's private contractors. "Federal agents! Nobody move!" Julian Vance stood perfectly still by the hood of his shattered sedan. The absolute control he had held over my family’s trust for four decades evaporated right in front of us. He didn't look like a kingmaker anymore. He just looked like an old man whose bluff had been called in a dirty parking lot. I slowly dropped my arm, letting the gun rest against my thigh, but I didn't put it away. My left hand was still stiff, the blood
ATHENA POVThe blue security lights of the garage cast long, cold shadows across the concrete floor. I stood entirely still behind Lucien’s broad shoulder, my eyes fixed on the small metallic cylinder in Julian Vance’s hand.The red light on top of the device didn't blink. It stayed solid, a tiny, glowing dot of warning that felt far more dangerous than any firearm.My chest was tight, my breathing shallow as I looked down at my tablet. The blue loading circle was spinning slowly, agonizingly.Satellite Uplink Active. Broadcast: 18% Completed.Only eighteen percent. At this rate, we needed at least two more minutes. Two minutes in an empty, locked-down garage with the chief trustee of the Laurent estate felt like an eternity."An electromagnetic pulse transmitter," I muttered, my voice barely carrying over the quiet, low idle of Julian’s luxury sedan. I didn't need to overexplain it to myself. I knew exactly what that little cylinder was. It was a localized, high-frequency jammer. If
ATHENA POV My fingers slipped on the greasy metal of the elevator roof. For a terrifying second, my boots dangled in the empty air of the shaft, the dark void below yawning like an open mouth. Then, Lucien’s hand closed around my wrist. His grip was incredibly tight, almost painful, but it was the only thing keeping me from falling back down into the smoke. With one powerful, fluid pull, he hoisted me up onto the flat, dusty top of the elevator cabin. I scrambled onto my knees, my breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps as I tucked my tablet tightly against my ribs. Lucien climbed up right behind me, his boots landing with a dull, heavy clonk on the hollow metal roof. He didn't waste a second. He crouched low, his dark eyes scanning the concrete walls of the shaft above us. The only light came from the narrow gap between the elevator door and the concrete floor of the garage level, about four feet above our heads. I looked down at his left hand. The wet, dark smear of blood on his
ATHENA POVThe deafening echoes of the gunshots boomed up the narrow shaft, vibrating violently through the cold iron rungs under my fingers. The sound scraped against my eardrums, hollow and terrifying in the cramped metallic space.My lungs burned as I hauled myself up, rung after rung, my legs straining. I didn't dare look down. The dark space below me was a void filled with the smell of spent gunpowder, burnt electronics, and the sharp hiss of a thermal lance.Climb. Just climb.My heart was beating so violently against my ribs it felt like it would crack them open. I had the silver tablet pinned tight between my ribs and my left arm, the sharp aluminum edges digging painfully through my damp shirt. The metal was slick with my own sweat, making every shift of my weight a gamble. If I dropped it now, everything we had done—the encryption loop, the open-source threat, the truth about 2019—would plunge straight down into the hands of the people who had killed the data core.Another m
ATHENA POVThe small video window of my dad’s face was gone, but his voice still echoed in the dark space of my mind. Athena is the only master node. He hadn't just left me a legacy; he had practically turned my entire digital footprint into a dead man's switch. If the Laurent trust executors or whatever was left of the Harringtons tried to launch the software without my explicit permission, the entire multi-billion-dollar architecture would become public property. It would be free for anyone on the internet to download, copy, and modify.For a corporate giant like Laurent Holdings, that was a fate worse than destruction. You can't monetize a product that everyone owns for free.The heavy, mechanical scraping sound from the other side of the steel door grew louder, a grating screech of metal against metal that vibrated straight through the soles of my shoes. Someone out there was using heavy equipment. They weren't trying to hack the electronic lock anymore; they were physically cutti
ATHENA POVThe private conference room at the Imperial Plaza was packed with foreign tech investors. At the center of the mahogany table, Marcus stood confidently, adjusting his tie as a presentation slide projected behind him. Aegis: The Future of Global Data Security."With this architecture," Ma
ATHENA POVThe workspace Lucien provided inside his penthouse looked more like a premium tech lab than a home office. Three massive, curved monitors glowed in the dim room, casting a cool blue light over my face. It was 2:14 AM. My fingers flew across the mechanical keyboard, tapping out a sequence
ATHENA POV"Your fiancée," I repeated. The word tasted heavy and entirely foreign on my tongue. I stared at Lucien, looking for any sign of a joke on his face. There was none. His expression remained as stone-cold as the glass walls surrounding us."A temporary arrangement," Lucien clarified calmly
ATHENA POVThe heavy glass doors of the Grand Horizon Ballroom did not just keep the cold night air out; they kept a certain class of people in. I adjusted the strap of my cheap heels, feeling entirely out of place among the silk gowns and tailored tuxedos. But I forced a smile. Tonight wasn't abou







