Her Crown of Thorns

otect my company and my legacy. I would stop at nothing to ensure that the Odys

ick, line of code by line of code. Years of sacrifice, sleepless nights, and relentless focus had gone into creating something that would l

exposed, vulnerable to exploitation, filled me with a cold, simmering fury. The idea that someone could be holding it ri

the storm brewing inside me. I poured a glass of water and downed it, forcing myself to steady my thoug

a city of ambition and chaos. My fingers tapped out a sharp rhythm, strategic thinking i

firm. "Traffic cams, storefront feeds, ATMs. Anything that gives us visual confirmation. Prioritize facial r

quietly, discreetly gathering information without drawing attention to ourselves. These were t

mised. The drive held the core of our AI integration - code, systems, market pathways, projections. Losing it wasn'

t numb. I hadn't been handed this life; my family had wealth once, respect. But it all crumbled under poor decisions and b

mor, a personal fortress against the weakness I once knew. Every algorithm, every calculated risk, every breakthrough was

licate, or destroy everything I'd built, was unacceptable. I rubbed my temples, feeling a d

most: waiting. But not idly. I'd use this time to prepare, to

rch map, clean lines and blinking markers radiating outward in grids. Admiralty Way was ground z

he window, staring out as the first streaks of dawn bled across the Lagos skyline. The rising sun usually steadied me, proof that

knew it or not. The figure I'd bumped into last night resurfaced in my memory, a fleeting blur that now

ail I had to burn through. This wasn't just about intellectual property; it was about control. It was a

eyes fixed on the city below, my mind racing with strategy and determination.