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THE TERMS OF EXTINCTION

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Farouq Khyber sat still, his eyes were locked on Carl Bowen like a hawk watching a trembling mouse.

For a few moments, there was only silence in the room. It wasn’t peaceful silence—it was the kind that pressed down on the skin, made the air feel thick, and made the heart beat louder inside the chest.

Then, slowly, Farouq’s gaze softened. Not much—but enough to be noticed.

“You surprise me, Mr. Bowen,” he said, folding his hands neatly in front of him. “Many men would be on their knees by now. Many men have begged me for less than what I just offered. But you? You sit straight. You speak clearly. You even pretend to smile.”

Carl said nothing, but his jaw tightened.

Farouq continued, his voice was low and almost admiring.

“I can see the weight on your shoulders,” he said. “The pressure pressing in from every side. Your company is frozen. Your employees are restless. Your partners whisper behind your back. And yet, here you are—playing calm. Acting as if you still hold the cards.”

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CRACK IN THE WALL
The next morning, Carl gathered his inner circle in the lower strategy chamber of the Bowen estate.The chamber, hidden beneath layers of biometric security, was lit by the soft blue glow of interface walls and pulsing data streams. The air buzzed faintly with encrypted signals and low-frequency Veil surveillance dampeners.Around the polished obsidian table sat the people Carl trusted most within his family—his core, his shield.Naphtali Bowen, Carl’s cousin and chief of logistical operations, was sharp-eyed and meticulous, he was known for keeping the family’s supply web intact through storms others couldn’t survive.Carla Bowen, his younger sister and tech strategist, was already immersed in real-time data, her fingers were gliding across a neural pad. She had built half their counter-surveillance tools herself and trusted no one’s code but her own.Milo Bowen, the quiet but brilliant data analyst who first uncovered the breach, sat with the same haunted intensity he’d carried sin
CALIBRATION WAR
Carl Bowen sat alone in his private study, the heavy silence wrapped around him like a thick, wet blanket. The lights were dim. He leaned back in his leather chair, staring at the data feeds scrolling across the three floating screens in front of him. The numbers didn’t make sense. Profits were vanishing. Supply lines—once smooth and predictable—had twisted into chaos. His franchise, Bowen Holdings which proved it's resilience for the past few weeks, was unraveling.“This isn’t market fluctuation,” he murmured, rubbing his temples. “This feels like sabotage.”Carl wasn’t the kind of man who gave in to panic. Despite all he had been through, this one was different. The chaos was precise—too precise to be natural.A soft knock came at the door.“Come in,” he said, still watching the data.His cousin and data analyst, Milo Bowen, entered, his eyes were wide and skin pale. He held a portable tablet close to his chest, as if it were carrying a secret that could explode any second.“Mr
THE PULSE BENEATH
Three Days LaterThe world didn’t fall with thunder.It fell in silence. Quiet tremors beneath the skin of power.And by the time the first cracks appeared, it was too late to stop the bleeding.On the first day, Bowen Corporation’s minor markets in the east and south side of Westwood began to stutter.It started with simple delays—a shipment of server-grade lithium failed customs in the east coast.Then, a batch of biofuel credits was suddenly frozen for “regulatory review” in the Jakarta county located at the Eastside of Westwood.There were no big headlines. No flashing warnings.But inside the Bowen analytics hub, red alerts quietly blinked.“We’re seeing abnormal dips in supplier responsiveness,” said one analyst.“We can’t adjust without triggering more price surges.”Carla Bowen’s team pushed for answers. The answers never came.And the Quantum Veil bracelet on Carla’s wrist? It glowed—yes—but it pulsed with uncertainty, not clarity.On the second day, commodity prices for low
PROJECT REVENANT
Farouq stood still, waiting.Tariq Khyber didn’t speak right away. He was pacing now—slow, deliberate steps across the glass floor. The light from the rising sun filtered through the tall windows, painting his sharp silhouette in amber and gold. Behind him, the city began to wake, unaware of the fire that had failed to burn its chosen target.“You asked what Project Revenant is,” Tariq finally said.Farouq straightened, his face was unreadable, but his eyes were hungry for answers.Tariq turned, and his gaze pierced through his brother like a blade.“While you were busy with surgical sabotage—hacking, framing, media flooding—I was preparing a foundation. A last line. One they’d never see coming.”Farouq leaned in slightly, listening. The room felt colder.“A backup?” he asked.Tariq nodded once. “Yes. Not just a failsafe. But a revenge mechanism. If the Bowens survived your web of narrative collapse, Revenant would destroy them from the roots.”He paused.“And now… it’s time.”Farou
THE GHOST AND THE FLAME
Farouq hesitated, watching his brother's silhouette against the rising dawn. For a moment, he considered lying—or softening the truth. But that had already cost them everything.He spoke.“It was Jayden Cole.”Tariq didn’t respond at first. His head tilted slightly, as if the name hadn’t registered.Then he turned around, slowly, his brow furrowed.“Jayden… Cole?”“Yes.”Tariq’s lips curled into a thin, incredulous smile. “You mean the guy who’s been trying to push the Orion commercial campaign up north? The man we targeted last fall? You mean that Jayden Cole?”Farouq gave a solemn nod.Tariq’s voice sharpened. “You’re saying the same man we framed and made the Orions believe that he conspired with the Arceneaux to hack into their satellite? The one we had the Orions kick out of their company, that man just handed us this defeat?”“Yes,” Farouq said. “He’s the one.”Tariq stared at him for a long moment. His face was blank, unreadable. Then, softly, he spoke again.“Explain.”Farouq
WHEN GIANTS BLEED
The silence in the hallway was unsettling.Farouq Khyber moved slowly through the dim corridor, his mind was weighed down by dread. The towering glass walls on either side of him reflected his stiff, worried face. The marble beneath his shoes seemed colder than usual, like it sensed the gravity of the news he carried.His steps felt heavy, deliberate. Like a man walking toward a confession booth. The hallway to his brother’s chamber had never felt so long.When he finally reached the thick double doors made of dark oak, Farouq paused. His heart thudded in his chest, each beat was louder than the last. He raised his hand, knocked twice, then lowered it and clasped both hands in front of him.A pause.Then the door creaked open, revealing Tariq Khyber—the mind behind the empire, the shadow in every powerful corner of the city.He looked immaculate, even at this hour. His deep navy robe hung over tailored nightwear. His eyes—sharp, calculating—were alert despite the time.“Farouq?” Tar

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