LOGINAdam leaned back slightly in his chair, his expression neutral despite the shifting tension around the table.
Olivia was still standing. Melissa was still seated. Daniel glanced between all three of them like he'd just walked into a conversation halfway through and decided he might as well enjoy it. "So," Daniel said casually, slipping his hands into his pockets, "are we interrupting something?" "Not really," Adam replied. Melissa smiled faintly. "We just got here." Olivia's gaze lingered on Melissa for a second longer before she pulled out a chair from a nearby table and sat without asking. Daniel followed suit, dragging another chair over. Now it was a four-person table. Adam sighed at how the simple dinner escalated. He exhaled quietly. "Is everything okay? I heard what happened earlier today," Olivia said vaguely, her tone tense and full of concern. Adam couldn't possibly tell her that he needed to act arrogant at the time. There were two strangers here after all. So he could only divert the question, "I didn't know you came to places like this." Daniel chuckled. "She doesn't. I dragged her here." Olivia rolled her eyes. "It's not that serious." "It is," Daniel said. "You need to experience decent food at least once in a while. Your taste buds shouldn't get used to those crap you eat." A waiter approached, slightly confused by the sudden change in seating but professional enough not to question it. "Would you like to add anything to your order?" he asked. Daniel nodded. "Yeah, bring us—" he glanced at Olivia, "—you still don't know what you want, do you?" "Just order something normal." He smirked and gave the order. It was the surprisingly not most expensive item on the menu. Adam was prepared to have a battle of arrogance. The waiter left their table and immediately, silence settled briefly. "So," Olivia said, resting her elbow lightly on the table, "how have you been?" "Fine." "That's it?" Adam shrugged slightly. "What else should I say?" Olivia watched him for a moment, then leaned back. "You're different." Adam didn't respond immediately because she wasn't wrong. "I know. People change," he said finally. He could feel it. The system wasn't coming out but he felt something in him trying to make this a matter of pride. There wasn't a clear target and there was no obvious direction. It took him a moment to place his finger on what was the issue. I want to impress her. Adam concluded. He wanted to wow the girl he had feelings for but not for her to submission with the system. 'It seems the system had its own issues.' "So how do you two know each other?" she asked, breaking the tension that hung around their table brought by the two. Olivia answered first. "We should have known each other for a while. But-" "A while," Adam interrupted not wanting her to give away his past information. Looking at him with sudden realization, it seemed Olivia finally understood that Adam didn't want to talk about some things in front of Melissa. "We have a lot to catch up on." she could only say. The food arrived, breaking the moment. Plates were set down and drinks followed. Daniel picked up his fork. "Alright, let's at least enjoy the food before whatever this is turns into a full interrogation." Melissa laughed lightly while Olivia gave Adam a simple smile of reassurance. For a few minutes, the conversation shifted to lighter topics. Daniel and Melissa carried most of it. You'd think they had known each other for years. Topics on relationships, music and sports, flowed freely. Adam noted that they both avoided bringing up personal topics after Daniel casually skipped some questions related to his family. In contrast, Adam and Olivia tried to avoid speaking to each other, and only did so when necessary. Then– "Nice place," Daniel said, glancing around. "Not cheap either." Melissa nodded. "It's decent." "Decent?" Daniel scoffed. "I don't think the average person can eat here for a week." "That's because it isn't for the average person," Melissa replied. Daniel smirked. "Fair enough." Then his gaze shifted to Adam. "So what do you do?" There it was. Adam didn't rush his answer; he had been preparing for this question since he decided to follow Melissa to the restaurant. So rather than deflect or lie, Olivia knew the truth after all, he gave the obvious truth. "I make money," he said. Daniel blinked once. Then laughed. "That's one way to put it." Melissa didn't react while Olivia's eyes narrowed slightly. "That doesn't really answer the question," Daniel said. "It answers enough." Olivia interrupted. "do you want to know his exact work position?" Daniel studied him for a moment, unconvinced but not pushing the matter. He leaned back on the chair with his hands raised in surrender and a laugh. "Alright, alright. I can never win an argument with her" But Olivia wasn't looking at him she held Adam's gaze. She seemed to be searching for something that made sense in his transformation. Daniel exhaled softly. "If I didn't know better, I'd think I was in the midst of a lovers spat." Melissa smiled faintly. "You're not the only one." Olivia looked away first. Adam felt heat climbing his neck but nonchalantly tore a piece of meat like he wasn't the topic of conversation. "You two seem comfortable," Olivia said to the only other female at the table. "How long have you know each other?" Melissa tilted her head slightly. "We just met." "Just met," Olivia repeated. She and Daniel sharing a glance. Adam didn't respond to the question left hanging. Because anything he said could tilt things the wrong way or in the worst scenario, lead to a mission being generated. Daniel leaned forward slightly, resting his chin on his hand. "I'm starting to think I walked into something way more interesting than dinner." Melissa laughed. "You're not wrong." Adam finally set his fork down. "This isn't complicated," he said causing the three pairs of eyes to turn towards him. "It's just dinner." No one argued but no one fully believed it either. *** After the group of four left the place, Olivia bid the rest farewell while, as expected, held Adam back. Leaving behind a flirtatious smile, Melissa followed Daniel towards another direction but not before slipping her card into his pocket in a showy manner. "You're acting like a different person," Olivia eventually said when the duo were alone. "You couldn't pay for food earlier." Adam didn't have a clean answer to the implied question. "Some things happened." he could only reply, "it's fair to say I have been reborn." Her gaze seemed to contain multiple questions and Adam could feel himself getting distracted with just the both of them in close proximity. His answer which was supposed to put her concerns to rest only seemed to increase her concern to fear. Her face blanched with horror and she suddenly took a step back. "M-my god," she stammered, "y-y-you didn't do something risky right? You still have your kidneys?" Adam was stunned at the switch in conversation topic. "Sorry, what?"By 9:00 PM on Thursday evening, the executive suite had turned into a graveyard of paper, empty coffee cups, and blue dry-erase dust. Adam stood in front of the whiteboards with a black permanent marker in his hand. He had stripped away the financial models, the credit facility risk assessments, and the client-retention spreadsheets Melissa had meticulously built over the past three days. "We're asking the wrong questions," Adam said, his voice quiet, raspy, and stripped of all fatigue. "We've spent seventy-two hours looking at Kelvin's dossier through his eyes—trying to defend the structure he attacked. Stop looking at how to fix the legal filings. I want a complete, raw reconstruction of Titan's corporate architecture down to the bone." "Adam, we've mapped the architecture three times," Harris said from the long table, leaning back with a hand pressed against his aching eyes. "The dossier covers every joint. If we re-audit the holding structures now,
The single-use link activated at 19:59 on Wednesday evening.Adam sat alone in his office, the war room down the hall entirely silent. The whiteboards were still covered in Harris's diagrams and Melissa's financial projections, but the markers were capped, the servers had stopped whirring, and the executive team had been sent home. There were no more strategy meetings to hold. The seventy-two-hour clock had less than twelve hours left on its face.When Kelvin Lacoste appeared on the display, he was in the same brightly lit, minimalist office. A fresh porcelain cup sat beside him on the pale oak desk. He looked composed, relaxed, and utterly assured of the outcome—the picture of a man who had offered a drowning swimmer a secure line and was simply waiting to help pull him onto the deck."Adam," Kelvin said, his voice as warm and measured as it had been forty-eight hours prior. "I trust the last two days have given you the clarity you needed."Adam didn't move. He sat
The three servers Harris’s private forensics team had brought in at midnight sat on the floor of the conference room, their cooling fans whining in a steady, high-pitched register that filled the silent air.Adam sat surrounded by printouts, architectural diagrams, and digital flowcharts spanning the entire length of the main war room wall. He hadn't slept in thirty-four hours. His shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, his eyes were bloodshot, but his mind had entered a state of crystalline, terrifying focus. Beside him, Melissa had filled three separate whiteboards with financial exposure cross-references, while Harris sat in the corner, methodically reviewing the underlying discovery requests embedded within Kelvin Lacoste’s nine legal filings.They weren't trying to draft court motions anymore. They were engaged in something far more unsettling: reverse-engineering Kelvin Lacoste’s mind."Look at filing seven again," Adam commanded, his voice raspy but sharp, pointing a
The invitation did not arrive through Harris’s secure legal portal, nor did it hit Melissa’s executive inbox. It arrived at 8:15 on Tuesday evening as an encrypted, single-use link delivered directly to Adam’s private terminal, accompanied by a twelve-digit access token and a simple, unadorned time stamp: 20:30 EST.Adam sat alone in his darkened office on the ninth floor. The rest of the war room had been dismissed for three hours to rest before the final forty-eight-hour countdown began. The city below was a brilliant, sprawling carpet of gridlines and glowing glass, indifferent to the silent catastrophe unfolding within Titan's corporate legal structure.At exactly 8:30, Adam clicked the link.The high-definition monitor flickered once, resolving not into an intimidating boardroom or a dark, shadowed study, but into a brightly lit, minimalist corner office overlooking a private courtyard.Kelvin Lacoste sat behind an immaculate desk of pale white oak. He wore a ta
The war room was cold. By 11:00 AM on Monday, the climate control in the ninth-floor conference room had been turned down to sixty-four degrees to keep fifteen exhausted people sharp, but the chill settling over the long glass table had nothing to do with the air conditioning. Every surface was covered. Whiteboards that usually held route efficiency curves and quarterly margin targets were now covered in complex, sprawling legal diagrams. Harris stood at the head of the room with a dry-erase marker in his hand, looking less like an elite corporate attorney and more like an artillery officer mapping out an incoming bombardment. Beside him, Melissa had her laptop hooked into the main display, running cash-flow simulations that updated in real-time every time a new risk variable was entered. Jiang sat near the end of the table, his gaming laptop open, running stress tests on network partner retention. Marcus Feld sat across from him, staring silently at the Havenrid
It arrived at precisely 9:04 on a Monday morning, and by 9:20 Harris was standing in Adam’s executive suite without having called ahead, a heavy, unbranded courier box clamped under one arm and an expression on his face that Adam had never seen him wear before.Harris didn't take off his coat. He didn't offer his usual dry, razor-sharp commentary about the quality of Titan’s office coffee or comment on the weather over the river. He walked straight to the long mahogany table, set the box down with a deliberate, ceremonial care—as if the contents were made of pressurized glass that might detonate if handled carelessly—and looked Adam squarely in the eye."I need you to clear the next four hours," Harris said, his voice flat, stripped of all its customary legal flourish. "And I need Melissa in this room before I open a single flap."Melissa arrived within two minutes, her tablet clutched against her ribs, still holding a ceramic mug she’d been halfway through drinking when
Walking on the busy sidewalk with a backpack sling over his arm, Adam thought about his actions towards Roberts.He didn't exactly regret speaking his mind but he had acted fully on emotions which was unlike him."Arrogance system, huh?" he muttered."Leaving Roberts place is for the best but was i
In a room where the furniture consisted of only a small bed, a table and a small sized wardrobe, a young man lay on the bed uncaring about the water dripping of his dark hair onto the small bed.If someone else was in the room, they would be surprised at how the young man kept staring into space.O
The restaurant — Benji's Kitchen— was the same way Adam had left it though the jeers and mocking laughter had died down.Adam's arrival, however, had reignited the flame."What is he doing here again?" "Has lack of nutrients caused him to run mad."Walking with a confidence he had never had before
The silence that came after Adam's taunt was a long one. Almost as if the world itself was waiting to see if he would take it back. Adam could see surprise on the faces of the surrounding people but he didn't fill the silence and let it sit. Around the guy with the keys, the group had gone still.







