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Rhonda Vons was a brilliant tech mastermind who had spent years hiding in the shadows, quietly building her Alpha husband’s tech company. She returned home on their sixth wedding anniversary to surprise her Alpha husband with the truth behind his company’s success, only to find him cheating on her with their son’s nanny on his office desk. She was shattered, but what broke her the most was discovering that her precious pup, whom she had almost lost her life for, had chosen his nanny over her. For six years, she had been the perfect wife and Luna to Theodore. But not anymore. She intended to ruin him and then vanish afterward. When Theodore finally realized who she really was and how much of a failure he and his company were without her, he came crawling, begging for her forgiveness. But it was too late. She was now the tech director at a rival company owned by her childhood sweetheart, and old flames may just be burning hotter than ever!

My cold-blooded Mafia boss, Don Cassius, tore my painting to shreds. Right in front of everyone. I needed to vent. I texted a picture of my legs in fishnets to my dark web sugar daddy. [Wanna be stepped on by your Mistress? Stroke it for me. Now.] I looked up. Cassius—usually an untouchable iceberg in a bespoke suit—swallowed hard. His ears flushed a dark red. Curious, I sneaked a peek at his phone. My photo. My filthy command. Both flashing on his screen. Holy shit. Ice shot through my veins. My stupid fucking thumb slipped... and hit the video call button.

The project I had poured my heart and soul into earned the company over a hundred million in profit, yet the credit was handed to the vice president's nephew. I stood in a corner, the stack of source code documents trembling in my hands, nearly crushed by my grip. That nephew—who couldn't even get Hello World to compile—was now on stage, smiling brightly as he accepted the award. The vice president came over and draped an arm around my shoulder like we were old friends. "You're just an outsourced worker," he said casually. "These honors wouldn't mean anything to you anyway. Jason is new. He's got limitless potential. From now on, you'll be responsible for mentoring him properly." Only then did I realize that decades of struggle had been nothing more than laying out a red carpet for someone else's glory. That very night, while reviewing the project's code repository, I discovered a massive flaw—one serious enough to bring the entire system crashing down within three days.

Bizarre cases start to haunt Leounet's famous detective trio. Detective Mhorein Layla Agustin, Chain Yuan Castranuevo and, Office Aiden Jake Ignatio, Start dealing with these one of a kind cases that are accompanied with codes. Codes that get harder to decode and cases becoming more and more terrifying. Until terrifying became traumatizing. Will they make it out alive while dealing with their own personal problems and character growth?

To scrape together my mother's surgery money, I worked myself to the bone at this company for three straight years. My performance was always number one. By myself, I supported half the sales department. Then, a newly hired HR director decided every desk needed an AI camera, claiming it was to optimize efficiency. Every blink, every breath I took was measured and calculated by the system. "Warning. Employee Nathan Gray blinked more than twenty times within one minute. Mental distraction detected. Fine: 50." "Warning. Employee Nathan Gray took 3.5 seconds to drink water, exceeding the standard by 1.5 seconds. Slacking detected. Fine: 100." "Warning. Employee Nathan Gray's mouth corners drooped for over thirty seconds. Suspected spread of negative emotion. Fine: 200." The most ridiculous part was the way he stood in front of the entire department, pointing proudly at my data on the giant screen. "See that?" he said smugly. "This is the power of technology. In front of AI, you lazy freeloaders have nowhere to hide. Nathan, your bonus for this month has already been wiped out by the system. If you don't like it, get lost. Plenty of people are lining up to take your place." What he didn't know was that the AI system he trusted so blindly had its core code written by me. Tonight, I was going to show him what happened when he angered the one who built the machine.