Chapter 10: Smoke and Steel
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Chapter 10: Smoke and Steel
The fire alarm pierced the air like a scream.
Selene bolted upright from her workstation, heart pounding. Smoke seeped beneath the hallway doors. Adrian appeared from the opposite wing, coughing, eyes wide.
“The fabrication lab,” he said. “It’s burning.”
They raced down the corridor. Flames licked the edges of the composite wall panels, and emergency sprinklers hissed to life. Employees scattered in panic.
Naomi met them in the stairwell, laptop clutched to her chest. “This was no accident.”
“What?” Selene asked, breathless.
Naomi’s fingers flew over keys. “A wireless intrusion activated the plasma cutter remotely. The command came from the same ghost network Dorian’s been using.”
Adrian’s voice turned to steel. “He’s trying to cripple the project. And bury us with it.”
Hours later, after firefighters had subdued the blaze and city officials cordoned off the site, Selene sat on the cold sidewalk, head in her hands.
The lab was gone. Weeks of model prototypes, digital mockups, and structural tests — ashes.
Adrian knelt beside her. “We can still rebuild.”
She laughed bitterly. “With what? Trust? Faith?”
“You have me.”
She looked at him, eyes rimmed red. “That’s what scares me.”
Meanwhile, in a sleek high-rise downtown, Dorian Wex stood in front of a holographic architectural projection of Selene and Adrian’s centerpiece design — stolen, dissected, and nearly ready to be passed off as Harborstone’s flagship.
“You thought you could out-design me, Adrian?” he muttered. “You thought you could have her, too?”
He turned to his accomplice — a figure hidden in shadow.
“Phase Three begins tomorrow. We take the final pitch. And make them both fall.”
At Selene’s studio, Adrian brought coffee and silence. They sat together in the quiet, shoulder to shoulder, not lovers, not enemies — something in between.
“You know,” he said softly, “if we lose the bid, I won’t care.”
“You’re lying,” she said.
He smiled faintly. “Maybe. But not about this.”
He leaned closer.
And for the first time, she didn’t stop him.
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