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A Ghost In The System
Author: Ivy Rogers
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The building of Titian Holdings stretched high above the city of New York, casting a shadow on other business enterprises and buildings, as if boosting its superiority.

The building looked like power carved into stone, quiet, exact, and untouchable.

Derick walked through the private corridor toward his office, jacket over one arm, tie loosened.

From the elevator to his floor, everyone who crossed him moved aside chanting a series of good morning’s and good day’s.

When he stepped inside, Lily was already there. She stood near the panoramic window, tablet in hand, her expression unreadable.

“The reports from the assignment I gave you Lily,” he said simply.

She handed the tablet over. “Reed Innovations closed yesterday at a thirty-two percent drop. Four minor partners have suspended contracts. The banks that froze their lines aren’t answering calls.”

Derick scrolled. “And their internal morale?”

“Low. Staff leaving. Investors circling like vultures. They’re down to two days of liquid cash.”

He nodded once, eyes on the skyline.

“Two days. Hmmm…That’s faster than I expected.”

Lily tilted her head. “You sound almost disappointed.”

“Not disappointed,” he replied. "In fact it’s far from disappointing. I’m just amazed by how fast you work.”

Lily simply gave a small smile and nodded.

He set the tablet on the desk. The silence stretched between them, filled only by the hum of the servers behind the tinted glass walls.

Finally he said, “so the next step that follows is.”

Lily blinked. “Phase two”

“Phase two.” He repeats.

Her posture straightened instantly. “Phase two means we go public. Are you sure you want to do that this soon?”

“They’ve already started the whole publicity thing when they pulled that stunt during the dinner,” Derick said. “We’re only adding a little class to it.”

Lily’s fingers flew across her screen. “Target?”

“Dankey Industries,” he answered.

She looked up, surprise flickering in her eyes.

“Their biggest partner.” She breathed.

“Exactly. Them leaving would devastate Petrina and shake her legs a little.”

Lily hesitates, a hint of pity sitting in her eyes.

“Are you sure? This could be very devastating—“

“Lily,” Deeeick started.

“She betrayed me, she trusted a man who she hasn’t seen in years over her husband who had been by her side supporting her for almost a decade.”

“But–“

“Begin communication now….” He ordered. Cutting Lily off immediately.

“Offer terms they can’t refuse.”

Lily sighed.

“And Lily…make it clean. No trace.”

A small smile touched her mouth. “When do I ever leave traces?”

He gave her a long, cool glance. “Never. That’s why you’re here.”

Minutes later, the command center of Titan Holdings roared alive.

Multiple encrypted lines opened at once, each one connecting Lily to a different executive.

Her voice shifted tones effortlessly, courteous, persuasive, factual.

“Mr. Dankey, we understand the uncertainty your team faces. Titan Holdings offers a simple alternative; stability, transparency, growth without exposure. Our proposal doubles projected margins for the next two quarters.”

She muted the line briefly and looked up. “They’re interested. Very interested.”

“Then close it,” Derick said.

“But they’ll want to announce it publicly,” she warned. “There’s a summit tomorrow evening, the Global Business conference. Every major empire will be there. If they finalize at that conference, everyone will see it.”

Derick’s eyes narrowed slightly. “That’s the whole point Lily, for everyone to see.”

Lily hesitated. “Reed Innovations will be attending too. You’ll be in the same room.”

He met her gaze. “Good.”

She studied him for a moment.

“You know she’ll realize who’s behind Titan, right?”

“She doesn’t have to know immediately,” Derick said. “We can use one of our aliases.”

“Okay then,” Lily sighed.

“Dankey’s legal department will sign under CrownLink, one of our oldest covers.”

“Perfect. And the time?”

“They want to announce it at the conference tomorrow. I’ll coordinate the press release.”

“Do it.”

Lily paused, her voice softening.

“You built all of this quietly, didn’t you? Titan, CrownLink, the shells within shells.”

Derick’s tone was even. “I built it because I knew one day I’d need something stronger than my name.”

“You have that now,” she said.

“So why go this far? you can just let it all go and walk away…”

He looked out at the horizon. “Not until I’ve taken all the years, time and energy I spent on her and that family, that company. I’m not stopping till it’s buried to the ground. And Brian…..” he scoffs.

“He’ll share from the cup.”

For a moment she watched him, perhaps looking for something human beneath the precision.

“And what happens when she finds out?”

He didn’t turn. “She’ll find out when it’s already too late to matter.”

By evening the first press leaks were already circulating: Unconfirmed reports suggest Dankey Industries is renegotiating its partnership portfolio.

Analysts guessed, speculated, drew lines that almost connected but never reached Titan.

Lily leaned against the desk.

“They’re guessing, but no one’s close. You’re a ghost in the system.”

Derick closed the final file. “Too bad I won’t be a ghost forever, I actually liked pulling the strings from the shadows.”

She smiled faintly. “Too bad because the conference will make noise. You’ll attend?”

“Yes,” he said. “I want to see the look on their faces when the news drops officially.

"And besides, I never missed any of her conferences.”

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