[The Surveillance Trap]Panni's breath hitched, the adrenaline-fueled momentum grinding to an immediate, painful halt. The bronze paperweight lay on the marble, a heavy symbol of Panni’s failed, instinctual defense. The sight of Panni's private suite, displayed on Jinyan’s hidden screen, was a violation far worse than any corporate raid.“Turn it off,” Panni commanded, the demand low and shaking with controlled fury. “Now.”Jinyan remained motionless, illuminated by the sickly green glow of the surveillance feed. The lack of haste, the utter calm, was more incriminating than panic.“It’s a live, encrypted feed directly into your security protocol, Panni. I can’t simply ‘turn it off.’ It’s a necessary precaution,” Ji
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