“You’ll have to go through me,” Alvarez said, stepping in front of the service elevator, his hand resting on the control panel.
“I’m not leaving until I get through,” I snapped, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks.
He narrowed his eyes. “You have a choice: surrender the call and walk away, or force the doors open and risk an all‑out breach.”
The elevator doors hissed, beginning to close, sealing my fate between compliance and chaos.
Algorithmic Storm
Marco’s fingers danced across the keyboard, his eyes flickering between code and the live market feed.
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