The flashing message on the cracked laptop screen glowed in the dim red emergency light of the underground garage. The police sirens outside grew louder, bouncing off the concrete walls and echoing through the darkness, but for Lila Hart it felt as though the entire world had suddenly fallen silent. Her eyes were locked on the single name displayed beneath the words YOU’RE WELCOME, ETHAN. The letters seemed to burn into the screen with quiet cruelty, as if the system itself had decided to mock them.
Ethan Morgan did not move.
For several seconds he simply stood there, staring at the screen, his face carved from stone. Lila had seen him angry, cold, even ruthless in the boardroom, but she had never seen this expression before. It was something deeper than shock. Something heavier.
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