“Ethan , get in here now! The coffee machine’s jammed again… and watch the floor, it’s still wet with your mop water!”The voice boomed through the hallway like a slap, sharp and demeaning. Ethan froze mid-swipe. The mop handle trembled in his hands.He stared at the tall, frosted-glass doors ahead. Behind them, the Brooks Corp quarterly investor meeting was happening in full swing. Suits, Heels, Laughter and Money.And in the center of it all… her.His wife.No—the woman who used him and threw him away like trash.“Ethan ! Now!” the voice barked again. Mr. Brooks , his father-in-law. Or more accurately, his master.Ethan swallowed hard. The bitter taste in his mouth wasn’t from the coffee machine, it was from months of humiliation he had been forced to swallow.He rolled the mop bucket aside, wiped his hands on his stained jumpsuit, and pushed the doors open.Dozens of heads turned. Conversations died. A few chuckled while Some looked at him like he was a stain on their polished fl

The next morning, Ethan stood in the Brooks Corp janitor’s supply closet with the door shut, lights off, laptop propped awkwardly on an overturned mop bucket.His finger trembled as he hovered over the keyboard.“System,” he whispered, “you said I could get proof.”[Affirmative. Interface synchronized with core protocols.][Target: Coffee Machine. Model VZ-9, Beta AI Unit. Embedded QR traceable to prototype subnet.]Ethan ’s brow furrowed. “You’re saying that old coffee machine still links to my old source code?”[Correct. QR Signature was left by your development environment. You never deleted the debug node.]He swallowed hard. “So… it still talks to the server?”[With minimal access, yes.]He grabbed his maintenance kit and slipped out quietly, heading toward the executive floor. His pulse drummed like war drums in his ears. One mistake, one wDavid click, and they’d bury him for corporate espionage.He reached the hallway, kneeling before the busted coffee unit like yesterday neve

“Do it,” Ethan said coldly, sitting on the floor of the abandoned tech hub he now called base. His clothes were still stained from the beating. His jaw was bruised. But his voice was steady.The system responded in that same chilling calm.[Command Confirmed.][Launching Global Exposure Sequence.][Uploading Proof of Theft to: Global Job Boards. Tech Registries. Patent Offices. Academic Databases. Media Outlets. Investor Networks.]“Let them watch everything burn,” Ethan muttered, eyes locked on the screen as code poured like a waterfall.All around the world, truths began spilling from every leak point.Ethan had chosen every platform they couldn’t silence.Within thirty minutes, #Brooks CorpScandal was trending in over fifteen countries.***At Brooks Corp Headquarters, panic was beginning to crack the corporate gloss.Phones rang off the hook. News outlets bombarded their inboxes. Half their investors vanished by noon.The boardroom was chaos.“We’re hemorrhaging equity!” one ex

The hum of the co-working space buzzed around Ethan like static.He barely heard it.Not when the system dashboard blinked with patent claims, algorithmic models, and stolen blueprints now flooding global networks.But it all went still the moment he saw her.Brooks Lili aka Lena She stepped through the glass doors like a scene from a nightmare—too flawless, too poised, too late to pretend innocence.In her hand: a slim, matte-black folder.Divorce papers.Of course she brought them in person.He didn’t even flinch.“Ethan ,” she said, soft as smoke, “do you have a minute?”Ethan leaned back in his chair. The entire room seemed to tilt slightly, voices dimming into white noise.“Didn’t expect to see you here,” he said coolly. “What happened? Courier service too slow for betrayal these days?”She forced a laugh. “It’s not betrayal. Just closure. I thought we should end things with grace.”“Grace,” Ethan repeated. “Right. And poison tastes better in a wine glass, too.”She smiled, s

The city didn’t sleep that night. But Ethan Cole wasn’t in the city anymore.He sat high above it—in a penthouse still under construction, where glass panels trembled under the night wind and the sky opened its arms to the chaos about to unfold.His eyes glowed faintly blue as line after line of code streamed across the holographic screen in front of him. The System interface had expanded into a full control grid—one that pulsed with raw potential.Brooks Corp’s mainframe was exposed.Every digital lock.Every encrypted vault.Every server cluster.Every satellite-linked terminal.Now belonged to him.[Root Access Secured: Brooks Corp HQ | R&D Labs | Cloud Servers | Overseas Shell Accounts][Initiating System Override: “WRAITH PROTOCOL”]“Let’s see what happens,” Ethan murmured, a cold smirk on his lips, “when you try to erase someone who invented the future.”He tapped a single button.In ten cities, power flickered.In two countries, secure cloud centers were hit with code they cou