All Chapters of The Rebirth Of A Titan: Chapter 61
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CHAPTER 61
The rain was coming down hard, turning the alleyway into a river of oil and trash. It drummed against the roof of the van like a thousand tiny fingers tapping out a warning.I sat in the passenger seat of Adekunle’s beat-up Toyota, my laptop glowing blue against my tired, grey face."Pull up the file again," I said, my voice barely a rasp.Adekunle hit a key, and the video played on his center console. It was grainy, shot from a weird, high angle, like a hidden camera in a hotel room vent.On the screen, Mr. Chen—the Grand Company regional director—was sitting on the edge of a bed. He was laughing, his head thrown back. He was holding a briefcase open, showing stacks of American dollars to a woman who looked barely eighteen.Then, he leaned in and snorted a thick line of white powder off the glass table.It looked real. It looked perfectly, damningly real."This is it," Adekunle said, wiping steam off the windshield with his sleeve. "This is the leverage Julian Blackwood has on him.
CHAPTER 62
My basement office smelled like instant noodles.I sat on the broken plastic chair, my knees pulled up to my chest for warmth. The furnace was roaring in the corner, but the damp cold seemed to seep right through the concrete floor, settling into my bones.It was 3:00 AM. I hadn't slept in two days.My hands were trembling over the keyboard. The withdrawal symptoms from Sarah’s drugs were fading, but they had left behind a permanent jitter, a nervous tic in my left eye that made reading the small text painful.I looked like a junkie. My hair was greasy, matted to my forehead. My beard was patchy and thick. My eyes were bloodshot pools of red.Perfect.If Sarah saw me like this, she would think I was broken. She would think I was harmless.I took a sip of the cold broth from the styrofoam cup. It tasted like salt and chemicals.[Ghost Equity Active. Proxy Company: 'Hydra Logistics'.]The screen glowed wi
CHAPTER 63
"Do not slouch," Sarah hissed, digging her nails into my arm.We were walking the red carpet. Flashes popped like lightning storms all around us. "Woman of the Year" was plastered on a massive banner above the entrance to the Grand Hotel.I was wearing a tuxedo that was two sizes too big. Sarah had thrown out my fitted suits and bought this one off the rack. She said it was "all she could find last minute," but I knew she wanted me to look ill-fitting and shrunken.I looked like a child wearing his father's clothes. My face was pale, my eyes sunken. I hadn't shaved in three days because she hid my razors "for my safety.""Smile, Victor," she whispered through her teeth. "Look at the camera. Look pathetic."I gave a weak, lopsided smile. The photographers went crazy."Victor! Victor! Over here! How are you feeling?""Is it true you are on new medication?""Sarah! How do you manage the company and a sick husband?"Sarah stepped in front of me, shielding me like a protective angel."Plea
CHAPTER 64
I slipped through the service entrance of the specialized care facility. It was midnight. The halls smelled of antiseptic and lavender air freshener—the smell of expensive dying. I didn't have to sneak past the front desk. Isabella had arranged it. The two massive guards standing by the elevator nodded at me as I approached. They were her men, not Sarah’s. "She is awake," one of them grunted. "But keep it short. The nurse does rounds in twenty minutes." "Thank you," I whispered. I went up to the fourth floor. Room 402. I opened the door slowly. The room was dark, lit only by the streetlights filtering through the blinds. My mother was sitting up in bed. She looked so small. Her white hair was thin, her skin like parchment paper. In my first life, she had died thinking I was a failure. She had died while I was busy trying to save a company that was already dead.
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CHAPTER 65
I sat in the basement, the blue light of the monitor reflecting in my eyes."Jericho Protocol."I had searched for it on the Blackwood servers using Adekunle’s connection. It was there. Buried deep behind a firewall that even Glitch couldn't crack from the outside.It was an air-gapped server. Meaning it wasn't connected to the internet. To access it, someone had to physically plug a drive into the mainframe in Julian Blackwood’s office.I couldn't get into that office. I was persona non grata.But Sarah could.Sarah had access to everything. And Sarah had one weakness that overrode all her caution.Greed.I pulled up a program I had been writing for the last three nights. It was a nasty piece of code. A Trojan Horse.I labeled the folder: OFFSHORE_BITCOIN_KEYS_DO_NOT_TOUCH.Inside, I created a fake digital wallet. I made it look like it held 500 Bitcoin. At current market rates, that was nearl
CHAPTER 66
The prep work had been agonizing. In the damp silence of the basement, I had spent the last hour shaving my inner thigh with a dull razor I found in an old travel kit.The skin was raw and stinging even before I applied the duct tape.I stared at the cheap, plastic analog tape recorder. It was a relic from the nineties, something I had dug out of a box of my father’s old things that Sarah hadn't bothered to sell.It was bulky, ugly, and had no digital signal for a jammer to pick up."Don't jam," I whispered to the machine. "Just spin."I taped it to my leg, winding the silver duct tape tight enough to cut off circulation.I put on the oversized, thrift-store trousers Sarah had left for me. They were baggy enough to hide the bulge, but every step sent a sharp pull of pain up my groin.Pain was good. Pain kept me focused.I left the estate through the service entrance, dodging the cameras I knew by heart.
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CHAPTER 67
I walked out of the room. I walked past Cecil, who turned his back on me as I passed. I walked out into the cold night air.As soon as the door closed behind me, I ripped the fifty-thousand-dollar check into confetti and threw it into the gutter.I rounded the corner into a dark alleyway. It smelled of wet garbage and stale beer. A rat scurried behind a dumpster.I leaned against the brick wall, my breath coming in white puffs. I unbuckled my belt and shoved my pants down to my knees.I grabbed the duct tape."One, two, three," I counted.I ripped it off."Aaargh!"The scream tore out of my throat. The tape took a patch of skin with it, leaving a raw, bleeding rectangle on my inner thigh. The cold air hit the wound like a brand.I didn't care.I held the cheap plastic recorder in my hands. I pressed rewind. I held it up to my ear and pressed play....I paid off the union leaders... I b
CHAPTER 68
I felt a rush of vindication so strong it almost knocked me over. The air in my lungs felt cleaner. I wasn't crazy. I wasn't paranoid."Why?" I asked. "Why go to all this trouble?""Because of the contract," Aris spilled, the words tumbling out now. "She told me if she gets pregnant, she gets the estate if you divorce her. She needed a safety net until the merger was signed. She said... she said she would destroy me if I didn't help her.""She is a monster," I muttered."She is terrifying," Aris agreed, wiping sweat from his upper lip."She is going to be too busy trying to stay out of jail to ruin anyone," I said.I pulled a piece of paper and a pen from the envelope."Write it down. Everything you just said. Date it. Sign it."Aris grabbed the pen. He wrote against the hood of his car. His handwriting was messy, erratic, but legible. He signed it with a shaky hand.I took the paper. I checked the sign
CHAPTER 69
I was dragged out of the house in handcuffs. Not arrested yet, but detained for "safety."We arrived at the hospital. A crowd had already gathered. Social media moves faster than light."Baby Killer!" someone screamed.A rock hit the police cruiser window. Crack. The glass spiderwebbed."Monster!""Die, St. Claire!"I looked out the window. There were hundreds of them. People with signs. People with hate in their eyes. They looked like demons.[System Warning: Social Infamy 95%.][Critical Alert: Public Hostility at Maximum. System Lock Imminent.]The red text filled my vision, blinding me.The police dragged me through the crowd to get to the entrance. A fist flew out of the mob—a man in a grey hoodie—and hit me in the jaw. I tasted blood.Someone spit on me. It landed on my cheek, warm and disgusting."He deserves to hang!" an old woman yelled, shaking her cane at me.
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