The quiet room smelled like expensive cigars and eucalyptus.Griffin pressed his thumbs deep into the thick shoulder muscles of the man on the massage table. The man groaned loudly. "Deeper." CEO Kastor commanded. His voice was muffled by the padded table. "I carry a lot of stress on my shoulders. You people need to work harder for your tips."Griffin did not say a word. He simply shifted his weight and pressed harder.He stared down at the billionaire. Griffin wore special milky white contact lenses. They completely clouded his dark eyes. They made him look completely blind. He also wore a small hearing aid prop in his left ear.To the billionaires at the Apex Country Club, Griffin was just a blind, deaf mute. He was a piece of cheap furniture. He was completely invisible.The expensive smartphone on the nearby counter buzzed loudly.Kastor reached out blindly and grabbed it. He pressed it to his ear."Hale." Kastor said sharply. "Tell me you have the union leaders in the pocket."G

The cold barrel of the pistol dug painfully into the forehead of Griffin.He kept his milky white eyes completely unfocused. He let his hands shake violently and dropped his white cane on the floor. It clattered loudly against the cheap wooden floorboards."I do not know anything." Griffin cried out. He made his breathing fast and panicked. "I just give the street kids my leftover food from the club. Please. I am just a blind masseur. I am nobody."The second enforcer walked closer. He grabbed Griffin by the collar of his raincoat and slammed him hard against the wall.He felt so much pain in his back. He gasped loudly, completely hiding his natural fighting instincts. "You are a liar." The second enforcer spat in his face. "Malakai says the Oracle is using the club to steal from billionaires. You work in the private massage rooms. You hear all their dirty secrets.""I am deaf in one ear." Griffin pleaded. He pointed at his fake hearing aid with a trembling hand. "I cannot even hear

The Apex Country Club was massive. It had three floors of luxury lounges, private dining rooms, and indoor pools. But it also had a sprawling underground basement level used for storage and private security holding cells.Griffin knew the layout of the building perfectly.He tapped his white cane on the marble floor and walked slowly past the main reception desk. He headed toward the restricted service elevator at the back of the hallway."Hey." A loud voice called out.A heavy security guard stepped in front of Griffin. The guard placed a thick hand on his chest."You cannot go down this hallway." The guard said firmly. "This elevator is strictly for executive security. Get back to the laundry room.""I apologize." Griffin said quietly. He made his voice sound confused and completely disoriented. "I..Wait a minute. I think I took a wrong turn near the kitchen. Everything sounds different today."He turned around slowly, tapped his cane against the wall, pretending to search for the c

The safehouse was quiet. The street kids were finally asleep on their old mattresses.Griffin sat on a broken wooden chair in the corner of the room. He held a small roll of medical tape. He tightly wrapped the tape around his bruised chest. He hissed sharply in pain. His ribs were definitely fractured.He put on a clean black t-shirt. He needed time to heal, but time was a luxury he did not possess. Malakai was destroying the city looking for him.Griffin pulled his encrypted terminal from his pocket.He had to strike back immediately. But he could not walk the streets. The bounty on the blind masseur made his current face a walking target. He needed to shed the disguise completely.He reached up to his eyes and carefully pinched the milky white contact lenses. He pulled them out and dropped them into a small glass of water.His real eyes were a striking, piercing dark brown. They looked sharp and incredibly dangerous. He looked like a completely different person.He pulled the small

Malakai stood perfectly still, his finger resting heavily on the trigger."Take off the jacket." Malakai repeated. His voice was a harsh, deadly whisper. "If I see medical tape, you die right here."Griffin did not reach for his buttons. He did not raise his hands in surrender.Instead, he threw his head back and laughed.It was a deep, arrogant laugh. It was the laugh of a man who held absolute power.Malakai frowned. His hand shook slightly holding the heavy gun. He expected fear. He expected panic. He did not expect the man in front of him to find the situation funny."You think I am your missing masseur?" Griffin asked. He smiled a cold, mocking smile. "You think a billionaire venture capitalist works part time rubbing your tight shoulders in a basement?""My security chief saw you on the cameras." Malakai snapped. "You were typing on an encrypted terminal. You have a data siphon. You are the Oracle.""I am Arthur Cross." Griffin said smoothly. He took a slow step forward. The bar