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THE JOURNAL
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The silver chamber doors flew open again.

This time, it was not chaos entering—but order.

Four strong guards in black uniforms stormed in, each one was tall and heavily built.

Their boots pounded against the floor like thunder, and their eyes were sharp and ready.

“There!” Jethro shouted, pointing at Dan and Merrick. “Restrain them now!”

The guards didn’t hesitate after seeing what the young men were up to.

Two of them rushed at Dan. He tried to punch one, but the guard dodged swiftly and tackled him to the ground. Dan cursed loudly, kicking and thrashing like a wild animal.

“Let me go!” he shouted. “I’m the also your boss!”

But the guards held him tight. One pinned his arms to the floor, while another grabbed his legs.

Merrick turned to run, but the other two guards were faster. One grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back, forcing him down.

The other guard pushed him face-first onto the floor and held him there.

“Get off me!” Merrick growled. “You fools! You dogs!”

He fought
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  • THE DIGITAL HEIST GAME

    Massoud, was seated nearby, he was a man known for his unwavering loyalty to the old guard, and he had his jaw locked tight. The mention of Nolan’s fast-track promotion clearly agitated him. His nostrils flared, it was a silent testament to his simmering resentment towards Nolan and the fast track process.Mael’s gaze flickered to Massoud, it was a brief, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. He knew he was striking a chord.“You see,” Mael continued, his voice was rising in intensity, “I bled for five years in a simulation hell just to get to the position where this man Nolan got to be in 30 minutes.” His voice was laced with a bitterness that was both genuine and theatrical. “Do you understand the magnitude of that? Five years of relentless competition, of pushing the boundaries of my own cognitive limits, of sacrificing sleep and sanity, all to earn the respect and the rank that was, in essence, handed to this man right here on a silver platter.”He paused, his chest wa

  • A TWISTED LOGIC

    He had faced down corporate raiders, broken through impenetrable security systems, and outsmarted the shrewdest minds in the underworld. But this… this was different. This felt like a betrayal, a conspiracy he hadn’t even begun to fathom.Mael gestured to the empty seat directly in front of the assembly, a single chair placed deliberately, almost like a defendant's chair in a courtroom.“Please, have a seat, Nolan,” Mael purred, his smile widening, revealing a flash of white teeth. “We’ve been expecting you.”Nolan’s gaze flickered around the faces of the Iron Street hierarchy. Their expressions remained unyielding, their eyes were cold and assessing. He felt a tremor of pure, unadulterated shock. He had expected anger, perhaps a confrontation in the shadows, but not this. Not this public display, this theatrical gathering of the very people whose respect he had worked his brains out to earn.He took a step forward, then another, his legs were feeling strangely heavy. As he reached

  • MIDNIGHT SUMMONS

    "Midnight," Nolan finally said, his voice was flat, devoid of emotion, though his heart hammered against his ribs. "Iron Street. Don't be late, Mael. And don't think for a second this means I'm playing your game.""Oh, Nolan," Mael's voice purred, with a hint of genuine amusement now. "You're already playing. You always were."The line went dead.Nolan stood there, the comms device still pressed to his ear, listening to the static hum. The anger was still there, but it was now laced with a cold, terrifying clarity. Mael Vox hadn't just attacked his company; he had orchestrated a confrontation, a twisted invitation to a game Nolan didn't even understand the rules of yet. And he had just accepted.The static hum in Nolan's ear faded, and it was replaced by the relentless thump of his own heart. Mael Vox. The name, once a whisper in the dark corners of his world, now echoed with a chilling certainty. This wasn't just about his company anymore; it was a carefully laid trap, a twisted

  • UNFILTERED ROAR

    The connection clicked. Nolan’s hand clenched around his comms device. That voice. Mael Vox. It was calm, chillingly so, cutting through the frantic buzz of the activated Code Red."Hello, Nolan. It's MX-11."Nolan's mind reeled. He'd just finished telling Jethro about the ghost, the gift, the creeping overrides—and here the ghost, the prime suspect was, on the line. Right as he was about to lock down the entire company. A surge of raw, hot anger flared within him.It was a struggle, a physical tightening in his chest, to keep his voice level. He wanted to shout, to demand answers. But he had to play it cool. Mael Vox was a man who had a demeanor of someone who operated with precision, like a predator. Showing weakness, showing emotion, was exactly what he seemed to want."Mael," Nolan said, forcing a calm tone, though it felt like a lie. "What do you want?"A soft chuckle, almost imperceptible, echoed through the earpiece. "Always straight to the point, Nolan. I admire that. But p

  • SUPPORT, NOT A LEASH

    Mr. Jethro leaned forward slightly. “Whose signature?”Nolan’s lips pressed into a line. Then he said it, slowly.“Mael Vox.”"Wait, what name did you call again?" The name sounded familiar to Mr Jethro."Mael Vox.""Can you describe him for me?" Mr Jethro requested."Okay, he wore a suit that looked like it was spun from liquid chrome—obsidian threads that caught every light. His hair was sleek, black, not a strand was out of place. He had eyes that flickered, literally—like code running behind a face too perfect to be natural. But it wasn’t just how he looked… it was how he moved. Like he’d already read the room five times before stepping in." Nolan paused."He looked calm, slow, not arrogant—but completely certain. He didn’t raise his voice. Didn’t need to. Every word felt like it was testing you. Like he knew something you didn’t… and maybe never would."Despite all the description, the name hung in the air like a toxin.After some deep thought. Mr. Jethro blinked. “Never heard of

  • MX-11

    Nolan wrinkled his nose and stared hard at the glowing screen.The name Mael Vox was now more than just a name—it was a weight. Heavy. Dangerous.He didn’t move. He just stood there, frozen, staring at the hidden system log on his console. The more he looked at it, the more it made his chest feel tight.It was him.It was Mael Vox.Everything inside Nolan had been screaming it from the start. The strange visit. The quiet tone. The five million dollar “gift.” Now it all made sense.The timing was too perfect.The way Mael had spoken—like someone testing a trap.A man setting fire to a map… just to see if Nolan could still find the way.Nolan turned slowly from the console and walked to the window on the far side of his chambers.Outside, the lights of Timo Fintech enterprise glittered in the night. Hundreds of drones buzzed across the sky. Floating ads blinked quietly above the city. From here, everything looked calm. Perfect.But Nolan knew better.Inside the system, chaos was already

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