All Chapters of Mafia Tech Bro: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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Chapter fifty one

CHRISTOFTanisha was at her desk when I stepped off the elevator. I’d instructed her to drive straight to the office and not my residence, as I’d be arriving late.She looked up briefly, professional, composed as always. No awareness that twelve hours ago I was standing inside a Cold War submarine pen carved into limestone.“Good morning,” she said.Her tone was neutral, There was a faint hint of floral scent in the air when she moved, not perfume, residual. I was immediately overcome by the same wave of irritation that had washed over me, two days ago, when the smell of her flowers in my car trunk taunted me.“Morning,” I replied, walking past her toward my office. “Get the conference room ready for the renewable brief up. And confirm security has the updated access protocol for our guests.”“Yes sir.”An hour into the meeting, my watch vibrated against my wrist. I didn’t need to know it indicated completion. I let a subtle smile play at the corner of my lips.When I returned to my

Chapter fifty two

TANISHAI slammed Christof Gustavo’s door. Hard enough to make a point. The sound carried down the hallway, which meant everyone on the executive floor definitely heard it. I didn’t turn around to check, but I could already imagine the silent office gossip spreading like wildfire.Did she just—Yes. She did.I kept walking, like it was a completely normal to slam the CEO’s door every day and then casually head to the elevator. I wished I could punch him in the face, just one time. The satisfaction might just be worth the jail time. The elevator dinged, I stepped inside and the doors closed.And that should have been the end of it, but it wasn’t. Because now I’m here, hours later, sitting in Roman’s dining room, and my brain keeps running a replay. Not of the whole argument or whatever that was, just the parts that sting in a very specific way.‘You sound hypocritical.’ I replayed the words, while absentmindedly turning the stem of the wine glass between my fingers. I am not hypocritic

Chapter fifty three

TANISHAI knew I was easy on the eyes, even though I do not necessarily put in too much effort in looking pretty. But I’m pretty sure I looked my worst at that luncheon. Thanks to ChristofA faint shift at the corner of his mouth, not quite a smile.“You’re beautiful, but it was majorly your countenance.”I blink.“…that’s what you went with?”“You didn’t want to be there,” he says. “At the tech event. And you didn’t try to hide it. Or blend in.”My brows pulled together slightly.“The way you sneered at Christof when he wasn’t looking,” he continued, almost thoughtfully. “The expression on your face during his speech…”He glanced at me then, briefly, like he was checking if I understood.“It was interesting. You were interesting,” he said. “Watching someone who wasn’t trying to please. You weren’t being superficial. You just… let your thoughts sit right there on your face.”The realization that he’d been watching me that day, was quite unsettling.“So you were just there to pick the

Chapter fifty four

CHRISTOFThe driver brought the car to a measured stop at the entrance of my home, and I stepped out at once, adjusting my cuffs as I crossed into the house. My attention already shifting into the order I expected within my own space.The house keepers did an impressive job of staying out of sight most of the time, so the house was mostly quiet. Or at least should have been. As I made it up the stairs and into the hall-way, Pepa’s voice carried from the bedroom with an ease that suggested she had forgotten, as she often did, that I valued serenity in the bedroom.It was not the sound itself that irritated me, but the consistency of it, the bright modulation, the careful warmth, the performance embedded so deeply into her manner that it no longer required effort.Under normal circumstances, I would have ignored it. Tonight, I did not. I walked into the bedroom without announcing myself, loosening my tie as I did, my gaze settling briefly on the arrangement before me with the detached a

Chapter fifty five

CHRISTOFSubjecting myself to a cold shower did little or nothing to clear my head. The house was quieter the further I moved away from the bedroom, the sound of Pepa’s voice dissolving indistinctly, until it no longer registered at all.Better.At the bar, I poured a drink, the motion exact, unhurried. The familiar rhythm requiring no thought. I carried it with me to the private cinema, putting on something familiar. It wasn’t a good show, but I knew it well enough that I didn’t have to pay attention to follow it.I sat through the opening sequence with the glass resting against my palm, my attention drifting before it had even properly settled, the dialogue on the screen failing to hold any weight against the far more persistent intrusion of my own thoughts, which refused, with quiet insistence, to disengage.My attention kept drifting back to the same place, her. It wasn’t her refusal to work overtime that was the infuriating aspect of it, it was the reason behind it. A date. She s

Chapter fifty six

TANISHAI arrived Christof’s estate right on time. Not too early, not a minute late either. Everything was as it usually was, except for one unusual development. Christof, was occupying the driver’s seat.One hand resting on the wheel, the other adjusting the rearview mirror with precision, as though this were something he did often. He didn’t. In over two years of working for him, I had never seen him behind the wheels.I stood by the opened passenger door, trying to decide if this qualified as something worth asking about. It didn’t. If there was a reason, he would offer it. If there wasn’t, the question would be unnecessary. Maybe he just felt like driving today.I got in.“Good morning, sir.”He glanced at me, brief and assessing, then said, “Seatbelt.”The reminder was casual, almost considerate.It caught me off guard.I pulled the belt across my chest, fastening it without comment, trying to reconcile the version of him sitting beside me with the one I had left in his office th

Chapter fifty seven

CHRISTOFI wasn’t going to hurt her, I’m not a monster. She had needed to be checked. The method had been… assertive, but compelling. There are only so many ways to establish boundaries with someone who has decided they are negotiable. Tanisha had reached that point without realizing it. Yesterday had not been defiance in isolation, it had been progression.Left unchecked, progression becomes habit. I do not allow habits that cross my boundaries.She would think twice now. That was the objective, not fear, not damage, it was adjustment. And she had adjusted.The difference in her posture when she walked into my office confirmed it before she spoke.Light steps, no excess movement. The folder in her hand held with both fingers and thumb, not pressed, not loose, careful placement before it even touched my desk.“Good morning sir.”There no no edge to her voice. Good.I finished what I was reading before acknowledging her. It wasn’t to assert anything, there was no need, I simply prefer

Chapter fifty eight

CHRISTOF Marcus had been active there for six weeks. Not continuously, at intervals. Short, controlled interactions that sat just below automated thresholds. Enough to avoid detection, just enough to build something over time.He began with environmental datasets, not even shipping manifests, or financial records. He then moved to ocean current models, depth mapping, traffic density overlays.Information adjacent to logistics but not classified as operational. On their own, they are harmless. Together, they describe space.From there, he shifted. He began querying time-indexed access logs tied to those datasets. Not the data itself, the timestamps associated with when certain files were opened, modified, or cross-referenced.He was not reading information, he was studying when information moved. That is not accounting, it’s pattern construction.I isolated the sequence. Each query aligned within narrow windows, three-hour segments repeating across multiple regions. Mediterranean firs

Chapter fifty nine

CHRISTOFI met Roman at an underground parking structure beneath a commercial block that had seen better years and was now being kept alive by the bare minimum required to call it operational. The entry barrier was lifted and locked in place. No attendant, no ticketing system.A camera hung above the ramp, its casing clouded with dust, angled too high to capture anything useful beyond the shape of a car passing underneath it. I watched it as we drove in.The lighting gradually changed halfway down, sections of functioning bulbs giving way to long stretches of dim, indirect spill from somewhere deeper inside. Enough visibility to move without hesitation, not enough to be seen clearly from a distance.Roman had a way of finding places like this. Places that weren’t necessarily hidden but overlooked in the right way. My driver slowed near the second turn.I immediately spotted his car. Parked further in, away from the ramp. Positioned where the light thinned into something indistinct. I

Chapter sixty

TANISHAOnce I arrived home, I shut my bedroom door and flung my bag onto the vanity chair without looking at where it landed. My heels came off immediately after, kicked aside carelessly.I reached for the buttons on my blouse and undid them aggressively, my fingers slipping once before I got it right.“What an idiot,” I muttered under my breath, pulling the fabric off and tossing it away.There was a lingering tightness in my shoulders, a dull pressure at the back of my head. Even standing still, something in me hadn’t fully slowed down. As though my body hadn’t quite accepted that I was no longer in that car.I had drifted through the day like a ghost, numb to my thoughts and emotions, merely going through the motions of existence. But as soon as I stepped through the door, the dam holding back my feelings shattered. A surge of pent-up emotions exploded within me, morphing into a fierce wave of anger, with one specific target.I took several deep breaths before reaching behind to u

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