Mark squinted his eyes, staring at the glowing laptop screen as lines of code and search results flashed rapidly before him. The room was dim, lit only by the dull blue light of the monitor. Knowing the kind of boss he had and how much this mission meant to her, he felt the pressure tighten around his chest. He understood it perfectly. There were only two possible outcomes: either he cracked the plan, figured out a way for them to get into the Mafia Ghost’s autoshop and complete their mission, or he would lose everything. His job, his reputation, maybe even his life.Mark’s fingers continued to dance across the keyboard, his movements swift and precise. It was as though his hands had minds of their own, moving like ballet dancers performing a flawless routine. His heart pounded in sync with the rhythmic tapping of the keys.He dug through websites, blogs, and every online page that whispered rumors about the Mafia Ghost autoshop. Each lead felt like a dead end, empty gossip, half-bake