Adrian's POV
The office lights flickered for the third time in ten minutes, a pale warning that even the city's grid is sometimes unstable.
I barely noticed, immersed in data streaming across the holo-display. Bids, asset transfers, and psychic-sensitive acquisitions flashed past. One wrong move, and years of groundwork could unravel.
And then I saw it, some small anomalies.
Someone was manipulating the bids, threading precision into chaos. Is this the work of a rival company or a psychic infiltrator?
I didn't yet know. My gut throbbed, psychic whispers tingling at the edges of my awareness.
I can also sense Elena, though miles away; her link prickles a nerve. My chest tightened. I hated feeling this… tether. Makes one vulnerable.
I leaned back, fingers brushing the edge of the holo-table. The office was soundproofed, layered in protective enchantments, yet the psychic tremor persisted, like a shadow breathing just outside my consciousness.
They're watching.
