LOGIN[Alice's POV]He sat on the chair at the desk, his hands on his knees. I remained standing, pulling my phone from my pocket. I opened Noelle's compiled file — a neat, organized document with IP logs, timestamp correlations, wallet transactions, and writing style analysis — and held the screen up so he could see it."This is you," I said. "Forensic forum post, October 15th, 3:47 a.m., originating from a VPN client running on your personal laptop. The VPN had a known logging vulnerability. Your real IP was captured in a backup log before the patch was applied. Cross-referenced with your dark web forum activity, your cryptocurrency wallet, and your bank account. The writing style match is 94.7 percent."I lowered the phone."Marcus, I'm not a lawyer, and I'm not law enforcement. I'm the person you wrote about. 'Dr. M.' That's me. Alice McCutchen. And I want to know why."“Yeh sure, I know who you are,” he conceded.He stared at the phone screen, then at me. His face went through several
[Alice's POV]Noelle worked fast. Even faster than she had promised. She was a legend!Forty-one hours after I'd sat in that server room surrounded by monitors and anime figurines, my phone buzzed at 2:14 a.m. with a detailed message from Noelle."Got him. Digital handle, Zorro. Real name: Marcus Webb. Age 29. Currently employed as a medical research assistant. Last known address: The Carrington, an upmarket downtown hotel. He's been using at least three proxy layers, but he slipped on the fourth — one of his VPNs had a logging vulnerability that was patched last month but he hadn't updated. I pulled his real IP from the backup logs.”She continued. “Cross-referenced with his registered accounts on two dark web forums. Writing style analysis confirms a 94.7% match with the 'Zorro' posts. Alice, there's more. I found payment records. Cryptocurrency transfers, routed through two mixing services, but the original wallet was funded by a bank account in East City. Account holder name: Zoro
[Lily's POV]"They're going to find you," I said. "Maybe not today. Maybe not this week. But they will find you. And when they do, they will not be interested in your explanations about 'plausible deniability' or 'standard operating procedure.' They will want a name. They will want to know who hired you. And under the kind of pressure those two men are capable of... you will give them one."Silence.Then, in a voice I barely recognized, Zorro whispered, "What are you saying?"I looked at him — really looked at him — and for a moment, I felt something that surprised me. Not pity. Not guilt. Something closer to... clarity. The kind of clarity that comes when you finally accept the true nature of a person you've been relying on.He was weak. He had always been weak. I'm seeing it now in his hesitation, in his caveats, in his endless hedging and risk-aversion dressed up as ‘professionalism.’ He wasn't a wolf in sheep's clothing — he was a sheep in wolf's clothing. All bark, no bite. All p
[Lily's POV]"Get in the car, Zorro,” I snapped. “Or I drive away right now, and the next time you hear from me, it'll be through a lawyer."He hesitated, then opened the passenger door and slid in. The interior light flicked on for a second, and I got a clear look at his face — pale, puzzled, suspicious. None of the usual bluster.I didn't turn on the interior light again. We sat in darkness, lit only by the faint glow of the dashboard indicator lights."Let me guess," he said, forcing a casual tone. "You're unhappy with how the article turned out.""You didn't use her name.""I explained my reasoning—""Your reasoning is garbage." My voice was quiet, but each word landed like a hammer. "I gave you a loaded gun and you refused to pull the trigger. I handed you everything on a silver platter — her name, her position, the specific regulations she allegedly violated. All you had to do was press 'publish' with the text exactly as I wrote it. Instead, you sanitized it. You turned a bullet
[Lily's POV]The conference room had emptied out, but I could still hear the echo of David's voice in my head."No. I vote against the motion. Dr. McCutchen stays."Nine words. Nine words that had undone weeks of careful planning. I sat in the rear passenger seat of the car, my hands clenched in my lap so tightly that my nails left crescent-shaped indentations in my palms. Up front, my driver hadn't said a word — he knew better than to speak to me right now.I stared out the window without seeing anything. The city blurred past in a smear of gray and concrete.He chose her. Again. In front of everyone there, in front of me, sitting right beside him with his child in my belly, he chose her. He looked at her with those eyes. Those same damn eyes I'd seen him directing at my sister for years.That conflicted, pained, "I know I shouldn't but I can't help it," look.I had been sitting right there at his side. And he still looked at her.My phone buzzed. I pulled it out. A notification from
[Alice's POV]"No, seriously. You look like you haven't slept in three days and your face is doing that thing where you're pretending to be fine but you're actually not at all. Sit down."She grabbed my arm and guided me to a chair. "I have snacks. Do you want snacks? I have those spicy seaweed chips you like. And maybe a chocolate bar, somewhere in my drawer. Hold on —""Noelle."She paused and looked at me."I didn't come here for snacks. I came here because I need your help. Professionally."Noelle's expression shifted. The bouncy, caffeinated energy drained away, replaced by something calmer and more focused. She pulled her chair over, and sat down beside me."Tell me.”I told her everything. Starting from the initial anonymous tabloid article, to the overnight escalation on the forensic forum, to the specific legal clauses being weaponized, to the board meeting and David's veto. I didn't leave anything out. I told her about the proxy server IP, about Adam's suspicion regarding th
Lily’s POVWalking out of that hospital room, the light in the long corridor struck me as pale and unreal. My hands couldn’t stop trembling.It wasn’t because of the cold, but because of the humiliation of my soul being stripped bare and exposed for all to ogle.Being publicly ignored like that, th
[Alice's POV]This feeling of loss of control rapidly bloomed in the bathroom. His blood-tasting kiss traveled all the way down from my lips, burying itself in the hollow of my neck, nipping sensitive flesh almost vengefully. Searing nerve endings along my skin became reawakened from a too long slu
Alice‘s POVHe was standing over me in an unconscious act of intimidation. He was seeking validation.I leaned back against the pillow and looked up at him, with a pitying smile. Where to start, I wondered.“David, it’s not that I’m hiding something from you,” I said on a weak breath, each word str
[Alice's POV]The air stood still for a second, then slowly began to move — but it was no longer to Lily’s controlled rhythm, but mine.I said, “Gentlemen, I want to add one thing.” I reopened the folder, and tapped my fingertips on a few pages of printed experiment data sheets. “These are the resu







