"I'll contact you once I crack it," he said, already turning away.
That person was one of the Order's contractors. Tech Specialists. The kind you hired when you wanted answers without questions.
It was the upside of using the app. Every transaction was private, encrypted end to end. No trails. No names. No leaks.
Master Tang told me the servers routinely destroyed finished transaction data. If that was true, it was reassuring.
Still… I didn't trust it.
Tech corporations loved to preach privacy, then quietly hoard everything just in case it became useful later.
Back in my office, I found myself staring at my desk.
The sensation of slipping from one body to another lingered. Like waking from a dream and needing a few seconds to remember which reality was real.
ring! ring! ring!
My phone buzzed, and showed an unrecognized number.
I picked it up.
"Hello. Who's this?"
(Mr. Mercer. This is Alfonso. I hope you didn't forget about me.)
Oh that old guy from Mythical.
