Brent Walker sat in a quiet café. The place was plain, with faded red booths and a faint smell of burnt coffee. It was late afternoon, and the café was nearly empty, perfect for a secret meeting. Brent wore a worn simple jacket and a baseball cap pulled low, blending in like nobody special. His sharp eyes scanned the room, always watching. James and Adams sat across from him, their faces serious but buzzing with excitement from within. They were winning! A soft pop song played from a speaker, and cups clinked in the back. Nobody noticed Brent’s team, which was just how he wanted it. Brent sipped his coffee, grimacing at the bitter taste. He looked like an average guy, but his mind was racing with plans. His team was fighting a secret war from a high-tech mansion hidden under a beat-up cottage. They were hitting Sarah and Charles Chen hard, and the Chens thought Brent wa

The underground mansion buzzed with excitement. Big screens glowed with live feeds from the city. One showed Sophia Chamberlain at a fancy hotel, talking to investors. Another showed Sarah Chen’s office, where she and Charles Chen were yelling at each other. Brent Walker sat in his high-tech chair, his eyes sharp like a hawk. His team—Ling, James, Jessica, Adams and Tommy—worked fast, their fingers flying over keyboards and tablets. “Charles is making his move,” Ling said, pointing at her screen. It showed an email from Charles to a news reporter. The email had fake documents that said Sophia was stealing money investors. “He’s trying to frame Sophia for fraud!” Brent grinned, his smile cold. “Perfect,” he said. “He’s walking right into our trap.” James looked up from his laptop. “He’s sending those fake papers to every news station,” he said. “He wants everyone to think Sophia’s a crook.” Jessica frowned, holding her tablet tight. “What if people believe him?” she asked. “Sop

The city buzzed with shock. Overnight, Chen Industries lost billions. News channels flashed red charts showing the company’s value crashing. Social media was wild—memes of Sarah Bennett in handcuffs, videos mocking her yelling at Charles, and hashtags like #ChenCrash trending worldwide. In the underground mansion, Brent Walker’s command center was like a superhero hideout. Big screens glowed with live feeds: Sarah’s office in chaos, stock market numbers dropping fast, and angry investors outside Chen Industries’ headquarters. Brent sat in his high-tech chair, his eyes gleaming like a fox. His team—Ling, James, Jessica, and Tommy—worked fast, their fingers zooming over keyboards and tablets.“Sarah’s companies are toast,” Ling said, pulling up a chart on her screen. It showed Chen Industries’ stock plunging to almost zero. “They lost two billion overnight. Investors are bailing like crazy.”Brent grinned, his smile sharp. “That’s our pl

The jail cell felt like a trap closing in. Sarah Chen sat on her hard bunk, her orange jumpsuit scratching her skin. The TV in the common room blared news about her ruined companies. Chen Industries was gone, its value wiped out overnight. Social media was worse—memes mocked her, calling her “Scam Queen Sarah.” The hashtag #SarahSinks was still trending, with millions laughing at her fall.Sarah’s hands clenched. She stared at the TV, where Sophia Chamberlain smiled at a charity event, handing out toys to kids. The crowd cheered, calling her a hero. Sarah’s blood boiled. “It’s you,” she muttered. “You’re behind this, Sophia. I know it.”A guard nearby rolled her eyes. “Give it a rest, Chen,” she said. “Nobody cares what you think.”But Sarah wasn’t fooled. Sophia’s perfect smile, her calm answers to reporters—it was too slick. “She’s not smart enough to pull this off alone,” Sarah whispered. “Someone's out there, using he