From Shrimp Boy to Slapjack: System Activated

Aftermath

My fingers hovered over the keyboard on my phone, a final tremor running through me as I executed the final line of code. The silence that followed was deafening, the air thick with the weight of what I had done. Sabotaging Olivera's deal, manipulating it with my system, it felt like a betrayal of my own principles, a discordant note in the melody of justice I yearned to play.

Zephyr, her face etched with a grim satisfaction, watched the data stream across the screen. "There," she said, her voice devoid of warmth, "Olivera's little game is over."

A wave of relief washed over me, tinged with the bitter aftertaste of what I had done. "And the evidence?" I asked, my voice tight with apprehension.

"Don't worry, Ben," she said, a chilling smile playing on her lips. "I have captured everything. Every transaction, every conversation, a digital trail leading straight to his doorstep."

The smile sent a shiver down my spine. This wasn't just about exposing Olivera, I realised with a jolt. This