The city lights stretched like veins below him as he adjusted the webcam on his laptop, the glow reflecting off his sharp, calculated eyes.His apartment felt colder tonight, sterile, but he preferred it that way. No distractions. No witnesses. No emotion.He opened the secure virtual conference link he’d acquired months ago, back when ambition and careful observation had been the only allies he trusted.The boardroom appeared on his screen, sleek, leather chairs filled with familiar faces he once called enemies. Some unaware of how easily he could pierce their control. Some already suspecting.He typed quickly, a few keystrokes here, a minor script there, then leaned back. The video feed remained unaltered, the audio channel clean. He wasn’t just watching, he was inside.“You’re muted,” a voice complained on the feed.He smiled faintly, pressing a key that let a single line of text appear in the private chat channel. Only the CFO received it. Check subledger 7B. Transaction 34. Overs