Chapter 10: The Midnight Strike
At two in the morning, the estate was dead silent. Julian sat in the dark guest bedroom, his laptop screen casting a faint, cold glow across his face. A flashing red indicator blinked on the screen, confirming Vance’s security system had just been triggered.
Mara was in the study.
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Through the hidden micro-camera feed, Julian watched his wife slip on a pair of thin latex gloves. She moved with practiced, chilling efficiency, bypassing his desk lock in seconds. She inserted a sleek silver flash drive into his terminal and began copying the Project Apex folder. She was entirely unaware that the dummy files were laced with aggressive tracking malware.
Watching her, Julian felt no residual heartbreak. The lingering ghost of his marriage evaporated, leaving behind only a hollow finality. The warm, loving woman he thought he had married had never existed. She was merely a corporate operative, playing a role.
