Billionaire's Game

Someone Within The Wall

Tamara's contact arrived on a Friday.

His name was Felix. Mid-thirties. Soft-spoken. Carried two phones and didn’t trust hotel elevators.

"Someone’s using a ghost network to reroute data from your internal servers," he said within the first five minutes. "But it’s not remote. It’s wired. That means physical access."

"Inside the building," Amelia muttered.

"More than that. Someone planted a device. Hidden. Quiet. But effective."

Nathan folded his arms. "Can you trace it?"

"Not yet. But I can shut it down. Problem is... they’ll know we found it."

"Let them," Amelia said.

The next morning, the building felt different.

Like the walls were holding their breath.

Amelia walked through the lobby in silence, nodding at passing employees. She knew eyes were on her. Always were. But now, every glance felt suspicious.

In the executive hallway, she found Sarah waiting.

"You’re not going to like this either."

Amelia groaned. "Why do you always start with that?"

"Because you usually don’t."

She handed over a new envelope. No return. Same as before.

Inside was another photo but this time, it was Nathan. He was alone, outside a warehouse.

Date-stamped two days ago. Below the image, a new message:

"Ask him who owns that building."

Amelia’s heart dropped.

She stormed into her office, photo clutched tight. Nathan was already there, reviewing a printed report.

"Recognize this place?"

He looked at the photo. Blinked once.

"Yeah. It’s mine."

"Yours?"

"Private property. I use it for storage. Old files. Furniture. Why?"

"Why didn’t you mention it?"

"Because it’s irrelevant. Or at least, it was."

Amelia took a breath. "So you’re saying you’ve got a random warehouse, and someone just happened to catch you there, and now they’re sending me photos?"

"Apparently."

"You see how that looks, right?"

"I see how it’s being made to look. But this is someone trying to control the narrative."

He stepped closer.

"Amelia, if I was hiding something, I wouldn’t be stupid enough to let someone snap a photo."

She didn’t step back. But she didn’t soften, either.

"They want me to doubt you."

"Then don’t."

But that was the problem. She already was.

That night, Felix called.

"I found the bug."

"Where?" Amelia asked.

"Inside your father’s office. Under the floorboard near the globe. Wired to a hidden transmitter. Been there for months. Maybe longer."

Amelia’s voice cracked. "Before he died?"

"Possible. Or right after. Hard to say. But the data it’s been sending... someone’s building a full profile on you. On Nathan. Even Sarah."

She hung up. Her hands shook.

The photo. The messages. The surveillance.

This wasn’t just business.

It was personal.

And someone had been watching long before Nathan ever arrived.

The next day, Nathan stood in the Turner Enterprises archive room, staring at rows of locked cabinets.

Amelia stood beside him. She handed him a file labeled: Project Winterlight.

"I found it in my father’s safe."

He opened it. Skimmed. Paused.

"This... wasn’t supposed to exist anymore."

"What is it?"

"Insurance. My name. My past. My agreements with your father."

Amelia’s voice was quiet. "He brought you in once before. Didn’t he?"

"He did. But we failed."

"Why?"

"Because someone leaked the plan. Someone we never identified."

She stared at him. Then down at the photo.

"Then let’s finish what both of you started."

Nathan nodded slowly.

"Together."

Back in her office, Amelia locked the door behind her.

She opened her laptop, opened a blank file, and typed just one line:

WHO IS WATCHING ME?

It blinked at her like a dare. She hit enter and waited.

Then, her phone buzzed.

A new message from the Unknown Number:

"You’ve seen the shadow. But the face is coming next."