LOGIN“You’re too calm.”Elliot’s voice cut through the corridor, sharper than before, carrying something that hadn’t been there earlier.It was laced with something closer to strain.Timothy stood a few steps away, his attention fixed on the sealed shutter ahead, as if he could dismantle it just by looking long enough.“That concerns you?” he asked.“Yes.”Elliot let out a quiet, humorless breath.“Because either you’ve already figured a way out of this,” he continued, “or you don’t think this is a problem.”A pause.“Which one is it?”Timothy turned slightly, his expression unreadable.“I am assessing.”Elliot gave a small nod.“Of course you are.”He turned away, pacing once across the narrow stretch of corridor, his steps sharper now, less controlled.The red emergency lights pulsed steadily, washing everything in a dull glow that made it hard to focus—like the world had narrowed into something smaller, tighter.Elliot dragged a hand through his hair.“You know what’s funny?”Timothy di
“Open it.”Elliot leaned against the rooftop door, one brow raised as he watched Timothy try the handle again.“You know, for someone who runs an empire, you’re having a surprisingly hard time with a door.”Timothy didn’t respond. He simply adjusted his grip and turned the handle with controlled force.This time, it clicked.The door swung inward.Elliot straightened, blinking. “…Okay. That feels suspiciously cooperative.”“It’s intentional,” Timothy said, already stepping through.Elliot followed, though his eyes stayed on the door a moment longer before it shut behind them with a dull, final sound.“That’s not ominous at all,” he muttered.The stairwell was dim, the lights overhead casting uneven patches of yellow that barely reached the corners. The air felt different here—warmer, heavier, like the building itself was holding its breath.Elliot shoved his hands into his pockets, glancing down the spiraling stairs.“So what’s the plan? We keep walking until your building decides to
“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
Timothy didn’t sleep. He rarely did. But tonight, it wasn’t discipline keeping him awake. It was distraction. The city stretched endlessly beyond the glass walls of his office, glittering under the night like something artificial. Like it was controlled. Predictable. Exactly how he liked it.
The first sign wasn’t loud. No alarms. No flashing warnings. Just… silence. Elliot frowned at his screen, fingers hovering over the keyboard. The system response time had dipped—just slightly. Barely noticeable to anyone else. But not to him. Not anymore. “…That’s weird.” He leaned forward
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






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