Lynn sat in front of her laptop, eyes narrowed as code scrolled across the screen. The café was quiet, the world outside still buzzing from Jayden's fall, but her instincts wouldn't let her rest.
Something was off.
Michael walked in with a flash drive in hand. "We got it."
She took it wordlessly, plugging it in. The files loaded—bank statements, voice recordings, messages. All tied to one name: Mokoena.
But then something strange happened. The screen flickered.
Then went black.
"What the hell?" she muttered.
Michael stepped forward. "Wait… did you connect to the public Wi-Fi?"
"No. Why?"
He pointed. A message appeared on the screen.
> "You think you've won? You haven't even seen my face yet." — M
Lynn's blood turned cold. Mokoena wasn't just a man—he was a network. And he was already inside hers.
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Across town, a woman sat in a luxury condo, watching Lynn through a hacked CCTV feed. She smirked, sipping her wine.
"Let the little queen enjoy her throne. We'll see how long she keeps it."
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Back at the café, Lynn stood slowly.
"That wasn't Mokoena," she whispered.
Michael blinked. "What do you mean?"
"He doesn't talk in riddles. He doesn't hack. Someone else is in this."
Michael's face darkened. "A ghost?"
"Worse," Lynn replied. "Someone who's been watching all along. Someone who's been one step ahead."
She closed the laptop and stood. "We need to find out who's behind the curtain."