The bright blue light of the laptop screen illuminated the dark mahogany desk. Numbers and complex code scrolled across the monitor at a rapid pace while Kade watched my fingers hover over the keyboard. We sat shoulder to shoulder in the quiet study, but a massive emotional wall stood between us."The rival syndicates do not carry briefcases filled with cash across the border anymore," Kade explained, pointing to a flashing red line of text on the monitor. "They move millions of dollars through encrypted offshore accounts in a matter of seconds. If we want to dismantle their operations, we have to find where they hide their money.""And you find their money by tracking the digital footprint of the transfer," I stated, reading the active commands on the screen."Exactly," Kade confirmed, his deep voice carrying a tone of strict professionalism. He treated me like a serious student instead of a captive wife. "Every single time a user logs into a banking server, they leave a tiny trace o
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