The corridor was dim, the hum of the building’s ventilation echoing softly in Olivia’s ears as she hurried alongside Maya. The security footage replayed on her phone, pixelated and unsettling. The figure moved like a ghost — swift, silent, purposeful. Olivia’s stomach clenched. This wasn’t random. Someone inside was playing a dangerous game.
“Did you alert security?” Olivia asked, eyes scanning every face they passed.
Maya nodded but her expression was tense. “I did. But the response team is stretched thin after last week’s incident. They’re taking it seriously, but they don’t want to cause panic.”
Olivia clenched her jaw. Panic was the last thing they needed, but the truth was, panic was already here. Inside her.
She thought of Lucas. His calm confidence had always been a steady force, but now, even he looked unsettled—like a king with shadows crawling closer to his throne.
“We have to find out what they want,” Olivia said, voice low but firm. “And fast.”
Her mind raced back to the Gemini files, locked tight in the vault below the 45th floor. Technology so advanced it could reshape the entire industry—or destroy it.
“We can’t trust anyone,” Maya said quietly. “Not even Lucas.” Olivia’s breath hitched. The warning text, the intruder—it all pointed to betrayal.
She pushed the door open to the elevator and pressed the button for the basement. As the doors slid shut, she glanced at Maya. “We’re going down to the vault. If someone’s sabotaging Gemini, we need proof.”
The elevator descended smoothly, but every second stretched like an hour. In that silence, Olivia felt the weight of the truth pressing down.
At the vault, the air was cold and sterile. The security panel blinked green as Maya punched in the code. Olivia stepped inside, heart pounding as the door hissed closed behind them.
She pulled out her phone, snapping pictures of the encrypted files on the screen. Then, she noticed something off—an unfamiliar icon blinking faintly on the corner.
Her fingers hovered. Could it be a backdoor? A secret access point?
Before she could react, the lights flickered and the door clicked locked. Olivia’s pulse jumped.
“Someone’s here,” Maya whispered.
From the shadows, a voice emerged—calm, chilling.
“Looking for answers, Olivia?”
A figure stepped forward—a face she never expected.
Lucas.
Lucas’s calm mask cracks—what is he hiding? And why has he locked them inside the vault? Olivia’s trust is about to shatter, but the truth might be darker than she ever imagined.