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Chapter 117: Numbers Don’t Bleed—People Do

Autor: Dania
last update Data de publicação: 2026-01-07 09:00:05

Arthur shut the glass door harder than necessary, the click echoing through the operations suite. The lights were low, screens already awake, lines of code and transaction logs pulsing like exposed nerves. He didn’t bother removing his jacket.

“They’re gone,” he said.

Sophia didn’t look up. “How much.”

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