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Chapter 6: The Weight of Routine

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Julian Thorne was a man of ritual, and within forty-eight hours of my official retainer beginning, I had mapped his routine with the same precision I applied to his company's firewalls. He was in the office by 7:00 AM, always after a run (the residual tension in his shoulders gave that away). He ate the same lunch—a tasteless, nutritionally dense shake—at his desk. He left the office between 11:00 PM and midnight, usually alone. He was guarded, predictable, and profoundly lonely.

My role as Chief Security Consultant granted me unfettered access, ostensibly to assess and patch vulnerabilities across all departments. In reality, I was a ghost. I audited firewalls, interviewed department heads, and implemented my own security hardening protocols, all while the silent rootkit I'd deployed in Chapter 5 efficiently siphoned terabytes of data back to The Syndicate.

But the closer I got to the heart of Thorne Corp, the more complex the picture became. The Director had painted Julian as a cold
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