"The data is safe for now, but how am I going to send it to him before the clock strikes midnight?"
Rea whispered the words into the dark hallway of the master bedroom, her voice barely louder than a breath. Her chest heaved beneath her sheer silk robe, her lungs burning from the trapped air she had only just allowed herself to release. Every nerve in her body remained completely frozen on the sounds traveling from the study behind her. She could still hear the faint, geometric hum of Zeldin's cybernetic eye adjusting to the holographic screens, accompanied by the dry, rhythmic rustle of corporate documents being stacked on the glass desk. He was back at work, completely immersed in his financial execution of Giska's spaceport operations, completely unaware that his master encryption key
