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I didn’t understand why she hated him so much. “I heard you,” I said with a fake smile and refrained from adding that I didn’t care what Nico did or didn’t do with his time. I was fascinated with Nico, but I hated all the DeLuca brothers. Samson especially hated Nico because he had destroyed his life, and he had never forgotten about it. Those men destroyed everything they touched. That was how I knew that Nero would sooner or later sabotage himself when it came to Serena, and she would end up being tainted or destroyed just like everyone and everything that got too close to that family.

More awful than spending all of eternity with Alissa? Most likely. That was undoubtedly going to be my new status. With low almost conspiratorial voices they resumed their conversation their words like well-placed chess pieces. In an attempt to understand their cryptic conversation I strained to listen. With a hint of frustration still in his voice the first man pressed “This delay impacts the asset acquisition timeline.” “The new security procedures are working well. It shouldnt be a problem” Sloan said in a cool dismissive tone. “A small modification. We will merely redirect the backup plan. There is no change in the main goal. The resources have already begun to move.”

He'd come prepared. “Smart,” I said. “Verify the files before you let her go.” “I've learned not to trust you, Adrian. You've proven to be quite resourceful.” He plugged the drive into the laptop and clicked through the directory. Forty-seven files, all dated and labeled correctly. He opened the first one and clicked play. Static. Then a horrible screeching sound—feedback mixed with white noise. He tried another file. Same result. Then another. They were corrupted, all of them.

He would see me. "Aria," Maya said. "Look at the screen. Look at the error code. What does it say?" I leaned in, squinting at the small text in the corner. ERROR 404: BIOMETRIC PROFILE CORRUPTED. "Corrupted?" I whispered. "Someone is tampering with the file," Maya said. "Someone tried to brute force it and damaged the reference file." "Mark," I spat. "His hackers." "Okay, listen to me," Maya said. "There is a failsafe. Your father always had a failsafe. Is there a secondary option? A pulse reader? A voice print?"

“What’s going on?” He finally turned his head. His face had gone pale. “Sir…” he whispered. “I… I don’t know what happened.” “What do you mean?” I asked, my voice low. He swallowed hard. “The data… it’s been… corrupted.” The room went dead silent. I stared at him, disbelief and anger slowly growing. “What did you say?” I demanded. He shook his head helplessly. “All the files. The entire model. It’s gone. The data is corrupted. I can’t open anything. Everything is gone.”

she added. "what do you mean, what news?" I asked hesitantly. "how bad?" "well..." she hesitated "well what?" "it is bad, very bad. but nothing you can't handle" she said with a fake smile, trying to cheer me up I rushed to my phone and logged in and the news was already everywhere. the comments and the criticism. to my surprise, after what had happened to me, the public was not on my side, I couldn't understand it until I saw a press release from my company, all my employees and board members testified against me that made people question my working etiquettes.

The corrupted wolves left more than smoke behind. They left questions that none of us could answer and a fear that settled into the pack like poison. I stood in the infirmary three days after the attack, watching healers tend to wolves who’d been touched by the corruption. Their wounds weren’t healing properly, turning black at the edges, spreading slowly like rot through flesh. One wolf, a young female named Senna, thrashed in her sleep, whimpering words in a language that predated our kind.

Yachne took a peek at the laptop screen. EVERYTHING ON YOUR COMPUTER GOT CORRUPTED. CODE 28012 CLEARED ITS TRACKS.

No matter how angry I am with him now, I can never deny this attraction and desire I feel at just the very sight of him. How I wish he hadn't chosen this field, this deadly occupation. He is still a few steps away from me, yet I feel cornered. "I don't want this. You have no right to me!" His hands hold mine firmly over my head, soft lips grazing my cheek, making me breathless, and it leaves me bothered. He is dangerous. Corrupted. I don't feel safe around him, but I weirdly feel at home. Lord, what's wrong with me?

“Lay it all on me, but please, I beg you, keep it simple. Lots of small words.” That elicited a rather large chuckle out of him. Well at least he’s a little more relaxed! “The original code was corrupt. You said that this has been an issue since it was installed?” “Yeah, that’s what my guys said.” “Sir, based off the logs, the code has been corrupt long before you installed this in the location. Do you have any other locations having this problem?” “No, I don’t. Should I expect to?”