Viola was still holding Ken’s heavy arm over her shoulder. The black leather she wore creaked softly each time she shifted her weight. She did not even glance at the giant screen glowing across the room.
She did not need to.
She had built it.
She had written the code, shaped the system, filled it with stolen lives and hidden truths. Instead of looking at the screen, she kept her dark eyes fixed on Mindy. She watched the girl take in every detail of her own life laid bare in front of strangers.
Most people would break at a moment like this.
They would cry.
They would scream.
They would beg to know why.
Viola expected fear. She expected panic. She expected Mindy to collapse under the weight of knowing she had been watched every day without ever noticing.
What she did not expect—
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