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Mafia Tech Bro Chapter fifty five
CHRISTOFSubjecting myself to a cold shower did little or nothing to clear my head. The house was quieter the further I moved away from the bedroom, the sound of Pepa’s voice dissolving indistinctly, until it no longer registered at all.Better.At the bar, I poured a drink, the motion exact, unhurried. The familiar rhythm requiring no thought. I carried it with me to the private cinema, putting on something familiar. It wasn’t a good show, but I knew it well enough that I didn’t have to pay attention to follow it.I sat through the opening sequence with the glass resting against my palm, my attention drifting before it had even properly settled, the dialogue on the screen failing to hold any weight against the far more persistent intrusion of my own thoughts, which refused, with quiet insistence, to disengage.My attention kept drifting back to the same place, her. It wasn’t her refusal to work overtime that was the infuriating aspect of it, it was the reason behind it. A date. She s
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CHRISTOFThe driver brought the car to a measured stop at the entrance of my home, and I stepped out at once, adjusting my cuffs as I crossed into the house. My attention already shifting into the order I expected within my own space.The house keepers did an impressive job of staying out of sight most of the time, so the house was mostly quiet. Or at least should have been. As I made it up the stairs and into the hall-way, Pepa’s voice carried from the bedroom with an ease that suggested she had forgotten, as she often did, that I valued serenity in the bedroom.It was not the sound itself that irritated me, but the consistency of it, the bright modulation, the careful warmth, the performance embedded so deeply into her manner that it no longer required effort.Under normal circumstances, I would have ignored it. Tonight, I did not. I walked into the bedroom without announcing myself, loosening my tie as I did, my gaze settling briefly on the arrangement before me with the detached a
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TANISHAI knew I was easy on the eyes, even though I do not necessarily put in too much effort in looking pretty. But I’m pretty sure I looked my worst at that luncheon. Thanks to ChristofA faint shift at the corner of his mouth, not quite a smile.“You’re beautiful, but it was majorly your countenance.”I blink.“…that’s what you went with?”“You didn’t want to be there,” he says. “At the tech event. And you didn’t try to hide it. Or blend in.”My brows pulled together slightly.“The way you sneered at Christof when he wasn’t looking,” he continued, almost thoughtfully. “The expression on your face during his speech…”He glanced at me then, briefly, like he was checking if I understood.“It was interesting. You were interesting,” he said. “Watching someone who wasn’t trying to please. You weren’t being superficial. You just… let your thoughts sit right there on your face.”The realization that he’d been watching me that day, was quite unsettling.“So you were just there to pick the
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TANISHAI slammed Christof Gustavo’s door. Hard enough to make a point. The sound carried down the hallway, which meant everyone on the executive floor definitely heard it. I didn’t turn around to check, but I could already imagine the silent office gossip spreading like wildfire.Did she just—Yes. She did.I kept walking, like it was a completely normal to slam the CEO’s door every day and then casually head to the elevator. I wished I could punch him in the face, just one time. The satisfaction might just be worth the jail time. The elevator dinged, I stepped inside and the doors closed.And that should have been the end of it, but it wasn’t. Because now I’m here, hours later, sitting in Roman’s dining room, and my brain keeps running a replay. Not of the whole argument or whatever that was, just the parts that sting in a very specific way.‘You sound hypocritical.’ I replayed the words, while absentmindedly turning the stem of the wine glass between my fingers. I am not hypocritic
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CHRISTOFTanisha was at her desk when I stepped off the elevator. I’d instructed her to drive straight to the office and not my residence, as I’d be arriving late.She looked up briefly, professional, composed as always. No awareness that twelve hours ago I was standing inside a Cold War submarine pen carved into limestone.“Good morning,” she said.Her tone was neutral, There was a faint hint of floral scent in the air when she moved, not perfume, residual. I was immediately overcome by the same wave of irritation that had washed over me, two days ago, when the smell of her flowers in my car trunk taunted me.“Morning,” I replied, walking past her toward my office. “Get the conference room ready for the renewable brief up. And confirm security has the updated access protocol for our guests.”“Yes sir.”An hour into the meeting, my watch vibrated against my wrist. I didn’t need to know it indicated completion. I let a subtle smile play at the corner of my lips.When I returned to my
Mafia Tech Bro Chapter fifty
CHRISTOFRoman doesn’t hover. He doesn’t pry, he doesn’t ask unnecessary questions. He opens doors and walks away before you thank him. If he grants access to international waters, he does it because a deal was made, not necessarily because he needs to know what sails through.To him, power is a handshake, information, a bribe, and the old-world grease that keeps the wheels of the Mediterranean turning. In my world, it’s preparation.“The Adriatic is a bathtub, Christof," he’d told me, two days ago. "Too many ears. Too many American 'advisors' teaching the locals how to use sonar. If you want to move your... packages... you need the lane to stay open, I can do that.”The “lane” was a specific set of naval coordinates and a three-hour window where the radar at the Prevlaka station would undergo “scheduled maintenance.”I didn’t explain my logistics. He didn’t ask, that’s why we work. I didn’t buy submarines, I bought ‘Environmental Data Buoys.’ That’s what the customs forms in the Adr
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TANISHATwo weeks since I’d been fired in what I could only describe as an erotic HR violation, and my last paycheck, the one legally owed to me, was still floating somewhere in the abyss. I refreshed my bank app by the hour, still, nothing from Gustavo Technology.“Okay,” I muttered to my phone, “
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CHRISTOFMy thoughts remained contemplative, as I walked into my exquisitely curated living room. The lighting was soft, security reduced to a hum in the background. With heavy steps, I made it up the stairs, and went straight to the bedroom.Pepa was already in bed, still awake. She was scrolling
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CHRISTOFI said nothing. I could already see where this was headed, and I didn’t like the shape of it. “You understand systems the way artists understand colors,” he said. “Codes, networks, blind spots. You see patterns most men don’t even know exist.” His eyes sharpened. “You are the best hacker
Mafia Tech Bro Chapter twenty five
CHRISTOFAs much as it pains me to admit, Tanisha was somewhat competent. Fourth day without a proper assistant, I was ready to commit a crime that had nothing to do with weapons or smuggling.No one ever told you how quickly the absence of one competent person could rot an entire operation. Calend
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