Chapter 3 - The Digital Web
For weeks, I lived a double life. By day, I was the compliant analyst; by night, I was a code-breaker, diving into the labyrinth of Marcus’s digital legacy. The files were encrypted with a proprietary algorithm I had helped him design before he became a stranger. It felt like walking through the corridors of our past marriage, touching memories that were now laced with poison.
I discovered that Project Lazarus wasn't just a financial scheme. It was a massive data-harvesting project designed to influence global markets. Elena wasn't just hiding a crime; she was orchestrating a heist of the century.
My relationship with Elena grew strained. She monitored every movement, every keystroke. I saw her in the halls, a queen surrounded by sycophants, yet she looked at me with a desperate, hidden hunger. She needed those files not to build her empire, but to protect it from a board of directors that was beginning to suspect her shadow dealings.
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One night, while working late, I found a hidden partition in the server. It wasn't about money. It was about people. My daughter’s medical records were in there—not just current ones, but a history of genetic markers I didn't know existed. Elena hadn't just given me money for the surgery; she had been monitoring Maya for years.
The realization hit me: I wasn't just a pawn. I was a test subject.
