Chapter 15

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Location: A dimly lit room, filled with monitors showing feeds from various surveillance cameras, including views of Ace and William's joint office and both of their homes. Rebecca sits at a desk, her fingers tapping impatiently against its surface.

Rebecca: (Muttering to herself) Those fools think they're so smart, don't they? (She smirks as she looks at her own laptop, where the simplified Malhare program is minimized.) Well, time for phase two.

(She opens a drawer and takes out another USB drive. Plugging it into her laptop, she copies some files over—these are not viruses or malicious software, but bait; blueprints and schematics, but nothing truly sensitive.)

Rebecca: (As the files transfer) This should keep them busy and far away from their precious tech for a while.

(Once the files are transferred, she ejects the USB and tucks it into her pocket. Then, she navigates to a hidden software on her computer, one that grants her limited but effective access to Ace's mainframe, where a payload waits, dormant.)

Rebecca: Let's see how you like a taste of your own medicine, Ace.

(She types a few commands, activating the payload that sends another set of coordinates to Ace's system—coordinates for another warehouse.)

Rebecca: Step one, completed. Now for the pièce de résistance.

(She switches tabs to another software—a timed script. She sets it to activate the Malhare virus upload to Ace's mainframe 90 minutes from now. Just enough time for them to get to the warehouse and be too preoccupied to stop what's coming.)

Rebecca: And now, we wait. (Grinning) Oh, how the mighty will fall.

As she leans back in her chair, her eyes gleaming with malevolent intent, Rebecca knows she's on the brink of her revenge. And she can almost taste it.

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