Three days passed after the hackers' retreat. Three days of rebuilding, of patching vulnerabilities, of sleeping in shifts at the office while Femi and his digital army fortified every system against the next assault. Three days of waiting for the other shoe to drop.
It dropped on Thursday morning, and it dropped hard.
Chiamaka found Elian in the makeshift break room, pouring himself coffee that had been sitting too long. Her face told him everything before she spoke.
"They've activated the blacklist."
Elian set down the cup. "Show me."
They walked to the conference room where Ade waited, his tablet covered in screenshots and documents. The young operations manager looked like he hadn't slept in days—because he hadn't.
"It started last night," Ade said, pushing the tablet toward Elia
