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Boardroom Blood
Author: Aurora Wynter
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The glass-walled conference room of Brooks Corp’s 42nd floor was a battlefield disguised as a meeting space. The long mahogany table gleamed under the recessed lighting, but it wasn’t the furniture anyone cared about, it was the dozen sets of eyes, each belonging to a power player, all watching Ethan Cole as if he had no right to be here. The Janitor!

He didn’t take the empty seat offered at the far end. No, Ethan slid into the chair directly opposite Mr. Brooks, his wee movements slow and deliberate and that too while staring Mr Brooks straight in the eyes. A subtle rebellion. He was done doing what they wanted, now he created his path.

Nathan Cross leaned forward with that lazy smirk of his. “You’re in the wrong room, Cole. This meeting’s for stakeholders, not… Janitor or whatever you are now.”

Ethan’s lips curved faintly. “I’m exactly where I need to be.” He tapped his tablet, and the massive screen behind him lit up with a series of red-highlighted numbers. “And judging by these f
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    The glow of the charity gala spilled through the glass walls like liquid gold, soft music threading between the chatter of suited investors and silk-draped socialites. Ethan stood near the balcony, nursing a glass of sparkling water he hadn’t touched. His mind still lingered on the quiet victory against that rival startup — and the gnawing frustration that Brooks Corp was already slithering back into contracts he thought he’d buried and he couldn’t get the apology and intention of Lena off his mind. As much as he didn’t want to think about it, his mind kept lingering.He told himself he came here for networking. In truth, he just needed air that wasn’t thick with boardroom venom.That’s when he felt the shift. The faint ripple of a presence he knew better than his own reflection.“Ethan.”Her voice wrapped around his name like it used to in the mornings — warm, familiar anddangerous. He turned, and there she was. Lena Brooks. Dressed in black satin that drank the light, hair swept ba

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    The applause from Lena’s televised apology hadn’t faded from the city’s ears before the next act of the game began.For Ethan, it was supposed to be a day of progress. His team at the small tech firm Gridline Systems had just landed a high-profile contract to integrate adaptive AI security into a rising logistics startup. It wasn’t as big as the Brooks Corp projects he’d crushed before, but every win now was a step toward eroding their influence.Maya slid a printed report across his desk. “Signed, sealed, and wired. We’re officially in.”Ethan gave a small nod, still scanning the data feed. “Good. Make sure their system runs with our cloaked Paragon patch. I want eyes on every shipment.”“That’s the thing…” Maya hesitated, and that alone made Ethan look up. “Two of the minor contracts we got last quarter… they’re not ours anymore.”Ethan frowned. “Not ours?”“Brooks Corp reclaimed them. Quietly. They didn’t announce it, no PR, no gloating.” She tapped a tablet screen. “One by one, th

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  • Boardroom Blood

    The glass-walled conference room of Brooks Corp’s 42nd floor was a battlefield disguised as a meeting space. The long mahogany table gleamed under the recessed lighting, but it wasn’t the furniture anyone cared about, it was the dozen sets of eyes, each belonging to a power player, all watching Ethan Cole as if he had no right to be here. The Janitor!He didn’t take the empty seat offered at the far end. No, Ethan slid into the chair directly opposite Mr. Brooks, his wee movements slow and deliberate and that too while staring Mr Brooks straight in the eyes. A subtle rebellion. He was done doing what they wanted, now he created his path.Nathan Cross leaned forward with that lazy smirk of his. “You’re in the wrong room, Cole. This meeting’s for stakeholders, not… Janitor or whatever you are now.”Ethan’s lips curved faintly. “I’m exactly where I need to be.” He tapped his tablet, and the massive screen behind him lit up with a series of red-highlighted numbers. “And judging by these f

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  • Ghost Protocols

    The lab was still. Too still.Ethan ’s fingers hovered above the glass console, trembling slightly as the screen pulsed with a sickly green light. Smoke from the city’s collapse still lingered on his coat. His knuckles were raw from breaking through fallen server racks, dragging himself here like a soldier crawling through the rubble of a war he didn’t understand.He didn’t even remember sitting down.But something… called him.Not with words.With code.Unfamiliar glyphs now danced across the console—patterns moving in nonlinear logic, bending and coiling as if alive. They weren’t random. They had structure. Symmetry.They had intention.And for the first time in days, Ethan felt fear crawl back into his bones.“Anomaly detected,” Paragon’s voice said, filtered through digital static.“Residual echo traceable to orbital subnet. Classification: Ghost Network.”Ethan narrowed his eyes. “What subnet?”“MIMIR-7. Unknown satellite cluster. Hidden transmission protocol. Legacy clearance

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