Generator Rex Breach Novels & Stories

"That's impossible, Apex Holdings signed a ninety-nine-year lease for those patents. Who authorized this breach of contract?" The CFO, his hands trembling violently, passed the tablet down the long table. The glowing screen displayed the official court filing. "The parent company of Apex Holdings activated a dormant morality clause buried in the original contract. The parent company, sir, is the Genesis Institute. We are bleeding USD 10 million a minute on the open market."

The atmosphere was chaos, fear, suspicion, the thick taste of betrayal. Lucy stayed rooted beside Austin, her hand brushing against his under the table. He didn’t look at her, but the heat of his grip closed around hers, iron, grounding, unspoken solidarity. Then the lead technician’s face went pale as he looked up from his tablet. “Sir… the breach… it isn’t random.” Austin’s gaze pinned him like a predator locking on prey. “Speak.” The man swallowed. “The hacker knew exactly what to target. They’re pulling only three files: the Amara contract, the Valtoro renewal plan… and your prenuptial agreement with Mrs. DiMarco.”

So, I would lie to my best friend for now in the hopes that soon I could tell her everything. “And?” she pressed. “Name? Date of birth? Social security number? Birthmarks and tattoos?” She grinned and waggled her eyebrows. I laughed at her absurdity, and it felt good. “His name?” I felt the blood leech out of my face. My mind raced to come up with something when Nathan’s middle name popped up. I remembered seeing it on some of his access paperwork. “Christopher, his name is Christopher.” “Was he at the club the other night?”

It took three days of quiet investigation to find the breach. Thomas, a driver who’d worked for the Voss family for six years, well liked by the household staff, a man Sienna had exchanged easy pleasantries with more mornings than she could count while he waited to take her into the city. It was his bank records, once Nathaniel’s security team finally dug deep enough, cross referencing every staff member’s finances against the timeline of the study breach, that finally told the story. A payment three times his annual salary, wired from an account traced, after considerable effort and several dead ends, back to the same shell company Reginald Cole had flagged on the old board rosters.

High in the glass production booth, my heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird as I waited for the unredacted bank transfers to fill the giant screens. Then, the screens flashed back to life. My breath caught in my throat. The document rendering across the jumbotron wasn't the Spence Holdings wire transfers. Bold, stark red lettering stretched across the top of the feed: SECURITY BREACH DETECTED: UNAUTHORIZED IP ACCESS SOURCE: WESTBRIDGE ATHLETIC SERVER / USER: R. CALLAHAN

Some looked ashen, on the verge of collapse. With these data breached, they might as well be naked. "Mr. Sumner… is what you said… t-true?" one shareholder stammered. Supposedly well-off, they were now facing the prospect of losing everything overnight—without any warning. The shock was unbearable. Damon replied coldly, "You can verify it yourself if you don't believe me. The Galaxy chip's specs are identical to the Agihop 6th Gen because Henry handed everything over.