Dominic’s POV

The cursor blinks on the screen, every pulse of light feels like a question. Are you sure you want to see this? But it’s too late for doubt. I’ve already crossed the line.

Z-Core’s subsidiary ledger lies open before me, it was encrypted and buried beneath layers of false shells meant to ward off anyone who doesn’t belong here. I don’t belong here anymore but I know their systems better than most of their own engineers.

The irony isn’t lost on me, breaking into ...