The morning didn’t arrive quietly.
It arrived with the system already rewriting itself. I felt it the second I opened my laptop.
The inbox had changed language overnight—flagged, reclassified, stripped of any softness. Executive Oversight Layer Activated
No sender. No traceable origin. Only protocol. I stared at the notification for a long moment, the cursor blinking like a heartbeat that wasn’t mine anymore. Once the machine started speaking in layers, it meant the fault line had widened while we slept. The door to Shawn’s office stood open when I reached it, as if he’d been waiting—or had never bothered to close it at all. He stood by the wide desk, sleeves rolled high, tie loosened, the sharp lines of his forearms exposed. Not careless. Stripped. Like the night had demanded more from him than rest. His eyes locked on mine instantly.
He already knew. “It’s been triggered,” I said. “Yes.” No surprise. Just confirmation, low and absolute. I stepped inside. The do
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