The office was dark except for the lights in Arthur Hayes's corner suite.Lucien stepped out of the elevator, his shoes leaving wet marks on the polished floor. The rain had started halfway through his walk, a cold drizzle that soaked through his jacket and settled into his bones. He hadn't even noticed.The text from Hayes said "now." Not "please." Not "when you can." Just "now."Three years of late nights and weekends. Three years of fixing other people's mistakes. Three years of being the guy who actually gave a damn about this company.And this was how they called him back.The glass door to Hayes's office was open. Warm light spilled into the hallway. Lucien could hear voices inside. More than one person.He paused at the threshold. Arthur Hayes sat behind his desk, his face unreadable. Beside him stood a man in a cheap suit, someone from HR maybe. And in the corner, near the window, was a security guard with a bored expression and thick arms crossed over his chest."Lucien." Hay

The cold air outside the diner hit Lucien's face, but he barely felt it.His legs carried him down the street while his eyes stayed glued to the phone. The golden letters still glowed on the screen, pulsing like a heartbeat. He stopped under a flickering streetlamp and stared at the words.SON OF ELIAS VANCE.His father's name. The name that had been buried for fifteen years. The name his mother couldn't say without crying."Impossible," he whispered.His fingers hovered over the screen. Part of him wanted to throw the phone into the gutter. The other part, the desperate part, needed to know more.The screen shifted. A new line appeared.WOULD YOU LIKE TO VIEW YOUR CURRENT BALANCE?Lucien swallowed hard. His throat was dry. "Yes," he said out loud, not knowing if the system could hear him.The phone vibrated. His banking app opened on its own. The numbers glowed bright against the dark background.Available Balance: $30,042.18Thirty thousand dollars. Real money. In his account.He re

Lucien didn't sleep.The hotel room was beautiful. Soft white sheets. A view of the city skyline. Room service available at any hour. But every time he closed his eyes, he saw the golden letters burning behind his eyelids.WELCOME BACK, LUCIEN VANCE.He sat on the edge of the bed, still wearing his damp clothes from the rain. The phone rested on the nightstand, dark and silent. He had been staring at it for the past twenty minutes, trying to work up the courage to touch it again.At 3:22 AM, he reached for it.The screen lit up. The system's interface appeared instantly, no app opening required. It was just there, waiting.GOOD MORNING, USER."It's not morning," Lucien muttered.CORRECTION: GOOD NIGHT, USER.HOW MAY I ASSIST YOU?He stood up and paced the room. The carpet was thick under his feet. Everything in this place felt expensive, and he was still wearing shoes he'd bought on clearance two years ago."I need to understand the rules," he said.PLEASE SPECIFY INQUIRY."Every purc

The bakery was already closed when Lucien arrived.The sign on the door read "VANCE'S DELIGHTS" in faded gold lettering. His mother had painted it herself fifteen years ago, right after they moved here. Right after his father disappeared.He stood across the street, watching the empty storefront. The morning rush should have been in full swing. Coffee brewing. Customers lining up. His mother behind the counter, smiling through her exhaustion.But the lights were off. The door was locked. And his mother was inside, sitting alone at one of the small tables, staring at a piece of paper.His chest tightened. He crossed the street and knocked on the glass.She looked up. Her eyes were red. She'd been crying."Lucien." She unlocked the door with trembling hands. "I told you not to come.""I had to see you."She stepped back, letting him in. The familiar smell of flour and sugar wrapped around him. But underneath it was something else. Fear."What's going on?" he asked.She didn't answer. Sh