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Chapter 4 Who Wrote the Program?

Adrian followed me into the parking garage. Only after promising to protect my identity did he ask the question again.

"Keller doesn't know you're A.G.?"

"No."

"He just threw away the chance to have A.G. review Atlas in person."

I opened my car door.

"He threw away his wife. A.G. was never his to lose."

Adrian handed me a business card. A single letter—R—was embossed in the lower-right corner.

So this was R, the young technology attorney with whom I had exchanged encrypted letters for 5 years.

"You're R."

He smiled. "I suppose this is the first time we've truly met."

Before I could answer, an alarm tore through the building.

The enormous display in the lobby turned red. Names, home addresses, and investment records belonging to the gala guests began appearing across it.

A message flashed at the top of the screen.

DATA TRANSMISSION BEGINS IN 6 MINUTES.

Panic swept through the lobby.

As the commission attorney assigned to NexMind's compliance review, Adrian was summoned upstairs by security.

I could have left. Keller had humiliated me in front of a room full of people. Whether his company survived should have meant nothing to me.

But the people whose data was about to be exposed had done nothing to deserve it.

"Take me to the control room," I told Adrian.

Inside, more than a dozen engineers crowded around their terminals. Every administrative control had been locked out.

"4 minutes," someone shouted.

I ordered the network team to isolate the external channels, then took an empty workstation.

The moment my hands touched the keyboard, the shouting receded like a wave pulling back from shore. All I saw was the countdown.

I wrote a containment patch, authenticated it with my silver security key, and forced the compromised processes into a sandbox.

The countdown reached 1 second.

Then the screen turned green.

For a heartbeat, the control room was silent. Then everyone began cheering.

Keller and Sienna arrived at that exact moment.

Keller saw me at the workstation and stopped. Shock crossed his face before he could hide it.

"Evelyn?"

He pushed through the crowd and stared at the code on my screen.

His breath caught.

"Only A.G. uses that containment structure."

He turned toward me, his contempt replaced by something dangerously close to recognition.

"Evelyn—are you A.G.?"