Third Person’s POVRoutine was how she usually survived the chaos that went on twenty-four seven in her head.That morning, Leona had her laptop open by six, her fingers steady, her screen divided into neat grids of movement and metadata. Each column linked Vasquez’s operations, shipments, payments, ledger trails, a whole web of corruption, mapped and named in color-coded precision.For her, this was an order. It was the only language that still made sense.But then, in the middle of her calm, the system blinked red.Unauthorized access detected.She froze, watching as the IP pinged from within the city, the same encrypted path she’d left open, the digital breadcrumb no one was supposed to touch except one particular idiot with too much curiosity and not enough patience.Gabriel.A humorless smile curved her lips. You just couldn’t help yourself, could you, wolf?She leaned back in her chair, sipping her coffee like nothing was wrong, but her pulse thrummed with something between irri
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