MasukThe 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. Server racks hummed steadily behind reinforced glass. The massive digital map displaying Blackwood Technologies’ global network traffic continued streaming across the wall like a living organism. Elliot sat alone at his workstation. Well. Almost alone. His fingers moved lazily across the keyboard as he continued studying the system he had partially rewritten earlier. The more he examined it, the more impressed he became. Timothy’s architecture was complex. Elegant. And terrifyingly powerful. But like every system in the world— It wasn’t perfect. Elliot leaned forward, resting his chin in his palm. “Let’s see what else you’re hiding,” he muttered. He opened another diagnostic pa
By noon, Elliot had already broken three company protocols.Not intentionally.Well… maybe a little intentionally.He leaned back in the expensive ergonomic chair at his workstation, spinning slightly as he studied the massive security map glowing across the three monitors in front of him.The system was impressive.Ridiculously impressive.But the longer Elliot stared at it, the more tiny flaws he began to notice.Little inefficiencies.Redundant loops.Unnecessary delays.To anyone else, they might seem insignificant.To Elliot, they were irritating.“Why would anyone design it like this?” he muttered.His fingers began tapping across the keyboard again.Across the room, several engineers stiffened.One of them whispered urgently to another.“Is he editing the routing again?”“Yeah.”“Did Mr. Blackwood approve that?”“I doubt it.”Elliot didn’t notice the whispers.Or maybe he did.And simply didn’t care.Lines of code scrolled rapidly across the screen as he adjusted several intern
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 groaned and buried his face in the pillow. “No,” he muttered. The chime rang again. “Go away.” Another chime. Elliot grabbed the pillow and threw it toward the window. “Okay, I’m up!” Silence. He sat up slowly, squinting at the sunlight flooding the room. “This place has alarms now?” he muttered. Dragging himself out of bed, Elliot wandered into the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face. When he finally stepped into the main living area, he immediately noticed something strange. Someone had already been working for hours. Timothy sat at the long glass table with several holographic screens floating in front of him. Financial reports, company statistics, and security data
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 temperature was exactly right, and the silence of the penthouse wrapped around him like a blanket.That was exactly the problem.It felt too perfect.Too quiet.Too controlled.Elliot lay on his back staring at the ceiling, his hands folded behind his head.“Twenty years,” he muttered quietly.Even saying it out loud felt unreal.He turned his head and looked around the bedroom Timothy had assigned to him.The room alone was bigger than Elliot’s entire apartment.Minimalist furniture.Soft lighting built into the walls.A massive window overlooking the city skyline.It was the kind of place you saw in luxury magazines.And Elliot hated how much he liked it.“This is how they trap you,” he said t
Elliot had never been inside a car this expensive before.He could tell just from the silence.The door closed with a soft, final click, sealing him inside a world of dark leather and polished wood. The city noise outside vanished almost instantly, replaced by the quiet hum of the engine as the car pulled smoothly into traffic.Elliot sat stiffly in the back seat, clutching his laptop bag like it might somehow save him.Across from him sat Timothy Blackwood.Perfect posture.Perfect composure.Like a man who had just finished a casual meeting instead of abducting someone.Elliot cleared his throat.“So… just to confirm,” he said slowly, “this is still kidnapping.”Timothy didn’t even look at him.“No.”Elliot stared.“You showed up at my apartment with two bodyguards and forced me into your car.”“You agreed to come.”“Because you threatened me with prison.”Timothy finally turned his head slightly.“Correct.”“That’s not agreement.”“It’s a decision.”Elliot opened his mouth to argue
For a moment, neither of them moved.Elliot’s hand was still gripping the edge of the door, trying to close it.The stranger’s hand rested against the wood, holding it open with effortless strength.Behind him, two large men in dark suits stood silently in the hallway like statues.Something about the situation felt terribly wrong.Elliot forced a casual smile.“Uh… I think you have the wrong apartment.”The man didn’t react.His sharp grey eyes studied Elliot’s face carefully, as if comparing it to a mental photograph.Then he spoke again.“Elliot Lane.”Still not a question.Elliot felt a small chill crawl up his spine.“Yeah… that’s me,” he admitted cautiously. “Who’s asking?”The man slowly removed his hand from the door and reached into the inside pocket of his suit jacket.For half a second, Elliot thought he might be pulling out a weapon.Instead, he removed a slim black phone.He tapped the screen once and turned it toward Elliot.Elliot leaned forward slightly.His heart near







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