At 4:02 a.m., the Geneva server room lit up like a Christmas tree.

A full-blown digital breach began.

Alia, monitoring from the secure annex, jumped into action.

“He’s in the system. Deep. Moving like he’s been here for years.”

Rachel barked, “Shut the subnet. Kill remote access!”

Camellia replied, “Too late. He just initiated a data purge. Mary’s archive vault is being wiped.”

“Kill the link!”

Camellia yanked the cable physically.

But the damage was done.

Sophie stormed into the ops room.

“What did he get?”

Camellia shook her head.

“Twenty-three files. Gone. Originals. No cloud backups. He knew exactly what mattered.”

Alexander arrived seconds later.

“Let me guess,” he...