Martin's eyes immediately locked on the wall next to the access-controlled. “Alright… this is the tricky part. Get in, access Ryan’s computer, send the notice… everyone out. Easy, right? Except… how do I even get in?” He took a slow breath, trying to steady the quickening rhythm of his heartbeat. T

The hallway outside Ryan’s office was quiet—eerily quiet. Martin approached the door with a calmness that was almost unsettling. He pulled out the small, stolen key from his pocket and traced the grooves for a brief second before sliding it into the lock. A satisfying click echoed softly in the empt

“What—what’s going on?” Ryan called out, coughing through the smoke as he lifted his hands higher. “What is this? What’s happening?” “Turn around slowly!” one officer barked. Ryan didn’t move. “Can someone tell me what’s going on? Why are there guns pointed at me? What happened here?” Another voi

Ryan’s chest rose and fell in uneven, shaky breaths as he stood surrounded by the police, smoke, and the accusing eyes of the very staff he had worked tirelessly for. His clothes were covered in ash and dust, streaks of gray smeared across his sleeves and collar. His hair was disheveled, pieces of

“Listen, I need you to understand something clearly. I’ve bought the entire company from Ryan Walker.” Martin said to the guards. “Bought the company… sir?” one of the guards asked. “Yes. So from now on, I’m in charge. I need you—and all your fellow security guards—to follow the instructions that