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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
THE GHOST KEY
Nolan Rhys sat alone in his chambers.It was nearly midnight, but he hadn’t even changed out of his office clothes. The tailored black suit, now slightly wrinkled, still clung to his frame like a second skin. He hadn’t touched his drink. He hadn’t moved in almost an hour.The lights were dim. Only the blue glow of his console illuminated the room, casting long shadows against the smooth concrete walls. His chambers were supposed to be a place of rest, a personal escape from the chaos of the company. But tonight, it didn’t feel like home.It didn’t even feel like his own house.Ever since Mael Vox walked into his office, something had changed. Something unseen. The air felt heavier. The silence around him wasn’t peaceful anymore. It was watchful. Like the walls themselves had started to listen.He rubbed his fingers together slowly, as if trying to remove an invisible layer of dust. But there was nothing there—only the cold that had settled into his skin.His voice broke the silence,
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It was 12 o’clock in the afternoon. The sun hovered directly above Iron Street, casting sharp lines through the tall glass windows of Nolan’s office. The light fell across his desk like golden wires. Outside, the skyline buzzed with activity—drones zipped between towers, holo-signs flashed stock changes, and the city’s digital heart never missed a beat. Inside Timo Fintech Headquarters, the rhythm was quieter, more precise. Focused. Nolan Rhys sat at his desk, surrounded by floating screens filled with encrypted contracts, smart chains, and algorithmic forecasts. Each line of code was part of something larger—Timo Fintech's newest initiative to decentralize carbon credit exchanges. It was ambitious. Risky. Profitable. He leaned back slightly, feeling satisfied. The events at the Iron Street Assembly earlier still played in his head like a silent film. The black badge—now resting just beside his terminal—was a symbol of his defiance… and his success. He had gone fro
LAUGHING AT PROTOCOL
It was Aldric—one of the lower council heads. His eyes were narrow. Jaw clenched.Kael didn’t flinch. “Is there a problem?”Aldric stepped forward. “He bypassed three levels of clearance in one day. We’ve never allowed that.”“He earned it,” Rosa shot back, her voice like steel.“Protocol is protocol,” Aldric snapped. “One test. One pass. That’s entry-level. But hierarchy? That takes years.”Another voice joined in—Lady Renn, her golden monocle catching the light.“I agree with Aldric. It’s too soon. Too sudden.”Kael’s smile faded.“This isn’t a democracy,” he said coldly. “It’s a meritocracy. And Nolan Rhys just proved he’s cut from a different cloth.”The air grew tense. You could feel the resistance rising like a slow fire under dry leaves.Whispers swirled.Aldric turned slightly, just enough for Nolan to see the fury dancing behind his eyes.Aldric’s eyes burned.“This is madness,” he said, with a voice that was shaking with controlled rage. “You’re tearing apart decades of stru
INTO THE HIERARCHY
Silence stretched like a wire.Then—someone clapped.It was slow and measured.It was Kael.And then, like a ripple in water, others joined. The sound of applause filled the room. They were hesitant at first, but it began to grow louder—stronger. One by one, the smirks faded, and it was replaced by expressions of awe, respect… and even regret.Lady Meryl turned to the others. “Did you see how he read the mint timing? That’s not just skill. That’s instinct.”The man with the cybernetic jaw gave a sharp exhale, rubbing the back of his neck. “I didn’t even spot the Iceland node delay. How the hell did he catch that?”“It’s the ghost-ledger,” said the woman with platinum implants, her voice was softer now. “He caught the distortion by pattern—he didn’t chase noise. He followed silence.”The younger guy in the rust-red jacket, who’d been laughing the hardest earlier, shifted uncomfortably. “I… I thought he was done after the first fail,” he muttered. “Man proved me wrong. Big time.”“Me
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