Rj Kane Novels Novels & Stories

Chapter 3 Victor Lang The Manhattan skyline glittered through my penthouse window, a jagged crown of steel and ambition, but my eyes were glued to the laptop screen. Alexander Kane’s smug face stared back from a grainy photo: some tech conference last year, him shaking hands like he owned the world. I sneered, swirling the bourbon in my glass. Kane thought he was untouchable, his AI empire a fortress. But I’d found his crack: a stupid bet, his pride, and a girl who’d burn it all down.