LOGIN“Did you lock this?”Elliot pulled the door harder, metal rattling under the force.It didn’t budge.Behind him, Timothy answered without urgency.“No.”Elliot glanced over his shoulder.“That’s not comforting.”“Well it’s accurate.”“Yeah, that’s the problem.”Another pull, stronger this time but it still did not bulge.Elliot stepped back, exhaling through his nose as he looked at the handle like it might suddenly cooperate out of pity.It didn’t.“Alright,” he muttered. “So we’re locked on the roof. Wow, just wow.”A sharp, mechanical click sounded above them.Both of them looked up.The lights flickered once—Then snapped on.All of them.Elliot winced slightly at the sudden brightness.“Impressive.”Timothy didn’t respond.His attention was already somewhere else.Elliot followed his line of sight—Straight to the maintenance cart.It moved. not slowly like before but direct.“Okay,” Elliot said under his breath, watching it roll past him. “I don’t like that.”The cart stopped in
The rooftop wasn’t part of Elliot’s routine.That was exactly why he chose it.The door shut behind him with a dull metallic thud, cutting off the controlled quiet of the building below. Up here, the air felt different—sharper, less filtered.Wind moved freely, brushing past him, tugging lightly at his shirt.For the first time in hours—He could breathe without thinking about it.The city stretched out beneath him.Lights blinking.Cars sliding through distant roads.Everything moved.Everything felt alive.Elliot walked toward the edge, stopping just short of the barrier. His hands rested against the cool metal rail as he leaned forward slightly.No glass walls.No silent observers pretending not to watch.Just space.His shoulders eased.Not completely.But enough.He stayed like that for a while.Long enough for the tension in his chest to loosen into something quieter.Then—A sound.Soft.Out of place.Elliot’s head turned slightly.The rooftop was empty.Or it should have been.
The office never slept.It only changed rhythm.Morning had been sharp and efficient—voices clipped, movements precise. By afternoon, everything softened into a quieter intensity. Conversations dropped lower. Screens glowed brighter against dimmer lights.Now—It hovered somewhere in between.Elliot sat at his station, shoulders slightly hunched, eyes fixed on the code flowing down his screen.Line after line.Command after command.Clean.Structured.Perfect.Too perfect.His fingers moved automatically, running checks that didn’t need to be run.Protocols that had already been verified.Security layers that had already proven themselves.Still—He kept going.Because stopping meant thinking.And thinking brought him back to one place.The elevator.The stillness.The quiet click above him.The way the world had narrowed into a metal box and a voice that didn’t hesitate.Go back.Elliot’s jaw tightened.His fingers stilled over the keyboard.No.He exhaled slowly and forced himself f
Elliot didn’t plan it.That’s what he told himself.The system ran smoothly for once. No flickers. No hidden threads slipping through. No messages appearing where they shouldn’t.Quiet.Too quiet.He pushed back from his chair.Stood.No one stopped him.Good.The floor stretched ahead, glass walls reflecting fragments of movement. People worked. Spoke in low tones. Pretended everything was normal.Elliot walked past them.No destination in mind.Just forward.He needed space.The elevator opened before he reached it.He stepped inside.Pressed Ground Floor.The doors slid shut.For a moment—It felt simple.Then the elevator stopped.Halfway down.Elliot frowned.“Don’t do this.”The lights stayed steady.The system panel flickered once—Then went dark.Elliot’s jaw tightened.He reached for the emergency button.Pressed.Nothing.A quiet click echoed overhead.The speaker came alive.“Go back.”Elliot closed his eyes briefly.Of course.“You’ve got to be kidding me.”Silence answere
Elliot didn’t leave the system.The code stayed open in front of him, layers pulled apart, threads followed and re-followed until they looped back into nothing.Helix had been there.He knew it.But the system said otherwise.His fingers slowed.Stopped.Then started again.“Still nothing?”Elliot didn’t turn. “No logs. No trace. No residue. It’s like they didn’t exist.”Timothy stood a few steps behind him.Watching.“They exist,” Timothy said.Elliot let out a short breath. “Yeah. I got that part.”Silence stretched for a moment.“They’ll come again,” Timothy added.Elliot leaned back slightly, eyes still on the screen. “You sound very sure of that.”“I am.”Elliot turned his chair halfway.“You’re too calm about this.”Timothy’s gaze held his. “You’re still here.”“That doesn’t answer anything.”“It answers enough.”Elliot stared at him for a second, then shook his head faintly and turned back.“You’re impossible.”Timothy didn’t respond.The system flickered as Elliot opened anoth
The message didn’t come through the main system.It slipped in quietly.Elliot’s screen flickered once.A minor glitch. Easy to ignore.Except—The code didn’t correct itself.His fingers stilled.A small window appeared at the corner of his monitor.No alert. No system tag. No traceable source.Just a blinking cursor.Elliot leaned forward.“This again…” he muttered under his breath.He didn’t touch it immediately.Instead, his hands moved across the keyboard, opening background processes, scanning for entry points.Nothing.No breach detected.No flagged activity.And yet—The window stayed.Waiting.Elliot exhaled slowly, then tapped a key.UNKNOWN:You’re harder to reach than expected.Elliot’s eyes narrowed.Not automated.Not random.A second line appeared.UNKNOWN:That’s good. It means we chose right.Elliot leaned back slightly, jaw tightening.“Timothy,” he said without turning.Silence.No response.Elliot frowned and glanced over his shoulder.The space behind him was empt
The next morning felt strange. Not because Elliot had barely slept. Not because his brain still buzzed from the cyberattack the night before. But because when he woke up, the first thing he noticed was the coat still draped over the chair beside his bed. Timothy’s coat. Dark. Expensive. And
The office was supposed to be quiet at night. That was what Elliot assumed. By 9:30 p.m., most of the engineers had already gone home. The once-busy cybersecurity floor now sat in a soft dim glow from overhead lights and the endless monitors lining the walls. Rows of workstations stood empty.
Elliot quickly learned that living with a billionaire meant one thing. Schedules. Very strict schedules. He discovered this at exactly 7:00 a.m. A soft electronic chime echoed through the bedroom, followed by the curtains automatically sliding open to reveal the bright morning skyline. Elliot
Elliot didn’t sleep much that night.Not because the bed was uncomfortable.Actually, it was the most comfortable bed he had ever experienced in his entire life.The mattress felt like it had been engineered by scientists whose only goal was to create perfection. The sheets were soft, the room temp







