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BAITING THE WOLF
Author: Victor Amos Regannez
last update2024-09-07 18:53:20

Mr Benney put up a look of indifference towards Marvin, but that didn't stop him from

"Well, if that’s what you want, Mr. Marvin, I will do just that." He said, with a voice that was calm but his eyes held a hint of doubt.

He glanced at Braun Velcan, who stood there smirking, clearly enjoying the turn of events.

Without saying another word, Mr. Benney tapped away at his laptop, with his fingers flying over the keys as he prepared to advertise the sale of seventy-five percent of Diamond Bank's shares online.

Braun chuckled loudly, with a voice that was dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, please, go ahead! Advertise it to the world!" he mocked. "Who in their right mind would pay twenty billion dollars for seventy-five percent shares of Diamond Bank? Not even a goat would consider that price, let alone a sensible businessman."

Marvin’s smile remained, but his eyes narrowed slightly. He had anticipated Braun's arrogance, and he wasn’t about to let it slide. "You want to bet?" he snapped back,
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  • THE BACKFIRE

    Khyber Control Room – Khyber company headquarters. 4:55 A.M.The room was cold. Silent. Tense.For a long moment, no one moved. Only the soft hum of failing data loops echoed through the walls.Farouq Khyber stood in the center of the control room, his eyes were locked on the massive central display. It was filled with red alerts. Warnings. Failures. Declines.His jaw tightened as one line flashed over and over again:Bowen Assets: Recovery in Progress. Trust Flow +17.2%Lucien Khyber tapped his console, his usual was calm gone. “They’ve reversed the sentiment decay. Bowen’s public trust is stabilizing—fast.”Farouq said nothing. His hands were behind his back. His posture was straight, but his shoulders were tight—tense like a wire pulled too far.Juno leaned forward, scanning one of her dashboards. “They’re blocking our data injections. Every narrative loop we push gets filtered out before it trends.”Maeva frowned. “I’m watching user behavior level out. The fear spikes have collap

  • CLEANING THE VEIL

    Jayden accepted. Carl’s face appeared—stern, tired, but focused. Behind him, digital panels flickered with graphs and red warning alerts."Hello Mr Carl.""Hello boss.""I have heard about what is at stake. I have seen the charts too."“You see it too?” Carl asked suddenly.“I see the pattern,” Jayden replied. “Or… the hole where the pattern used to be.”Carl nodded grimly. “The Khybers, they’re rewriting trust.”“They hijacked sentiment. They’re controlling what people feel, so they control what people do,” Jayden said.“They want chaos,” Carl added. “And they’re aiming it at our roots—economy, memory tech, even public emotion.”Jayden tapped a few keys. “I’m filtering emotional response triggers now. We can isolate false data if we map it against normal behavior archives.”“Already on it,” Carl said. “But we can’t just isolate. We have to respond. Fast.”Jayden nodded. “Okay. Let’s do this step by step.”Jayden’s fingers paused on the keyboard.“I need access to the quantum veil's

  • SYNTHETIC BELIEF

    Jayden froze.He had heard the name before. He knew who they were. Everyone had. But not like this. Not directly. Not with that tone in Uncle Christopher’s voice.“I thought they went underground, like a little calmer ever since Marvin Richmond died” Jayden said slowly.“They didn’t go anywhere,” Christopher replied. “They just got smarter, more aggressive. Quieter. Now they’re back. And as we speak, they’re lunching direct attacks on the Bowen family. They are tearing holes in the Quantum Veil.”Jayden stood from his chair, walking to the wide window behind his desk. He looked out at the skyline. “How bad is it?”“Carl’s sector just lost seven percent in neural IP,” Christopher said. “In one hour. That’s not just money—that’s entire blocks of memory tech. Just deleted. They’ve flooded the sentiment layers. And they’re using Data Fabrication. Real-time.”Jayden didn’t speak for a moment.He could hear the tension in Christopher’s voice. He could feel the weight of it. The Veil wasn’t

  • BETWEEN MARKETS AND MADNESS

    Carl didn’t hesitate. “We don’t run.”His bracelet pulsed brighter.“We accelerate.”He turned, speaking into a comm-link.“Activate quantum Veil Insight. I want to see three minutes into the market’s future. No restrictions.”Allana looked pale. “That’ll destabilize the core.” She argued.Carl’s voice was ice. “Then stabilize it. This is war.”Back in the Khyber Control Room4:07 A.M.Lucien frowned. “Something’s changing. The Bowen sectors are recovering—too fast.”Juno's screen flashed red. “They’re using the Quantum Veil. Full-scale. They're adjusting real-time trades before we execute.”Farouq’s eyes narrowed. “They’re peeking into the pattern.”Maeva stood slowly. “If they’ve gone predictive, we need to go chaotic. Unreadable.”Farouq gave a sharp nod. “Scramble the algorithms. Introduce anti-predictive variables. Junk logic. Dada code.”Lucien grinned. “You want to go irrational?”Farouq’s chip flared blue, brighter than ever.“Yes. Make the market go mad.”They launched a code

  • THE NARRATIVE WAR

    Meanwhile, in the Bowen Tower – Quantum Veil Command Center3:52 A.M.Carl Bowen stood barefoot in front of a curved glass interface that showed Bowen data collapsing.His bracelet—glowing hot white—flared with every spike in activity.His Chief of Systems, a wiry woman named Allana Bowen, looked up from her console, with sweat on her brow.“They’re using deep-fake economics. We just lost seven percent in our neural IP sectors. The market thinks we’re poisoning people.”Carl's jaw was tight. “We’re not. The Veil is clean. I know that.”“They’ve flooded the sentiment layers. Every time our AIs correct one narrative, three more pop up.”The bracelet on his wrist pulsed.He lifted his hand, his eyes were narrowing. “They’re using Data Fabrication. Khyber tech.”Allana’s voice shook. “What do we do?”Carl Bowen stared at the glass interface in front of him. His mind felt heavy, like something was sitting on his chest. The screen was filled with red graphs and blinking lights. His name, B

  • THE DIGITAL WAR ROOM

    It was on the 15th Floor, Below the Khyber Executive Suite | 3:17 A.M.The Khyber Control Room wasn’t in any blueprint.It was a high-security bunker embedded into the infrastructure of the Westwood tower, hummed with the pulse of artificial intelligence, firewalled quantum servers, and projection screens that wrapped around the room in a seamless 360-degree view. Every surface was a console. Every chair was linked to the Khyber Data Fabrication matrix.Farouq Khyber stood in the center, his figure was silhouetted by flowing walls of code and data. Today, they were going to wage a digital war on the Bowen family franchise. This was the new phase of their plan after it was evident that freezing their accounts was not going to affect them in any way.The blue light flickered faintly at the base of his neck—the embedded chip in full activation.His eyes shimmered with the glow of data overlays only he could fully comprehend.Around him sat a council of minds, elite members of the Khyb

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