Alex's eyes burned with determination, his jaw clenched in a mix of anger and resolve. "We fight, Victor. We fight back." The words hung in the air, a promise and a warning. Victor nodded, a plan forming in his mind. "We need evidence, Alex.
Something that proves the board's involvement." Alex's eyes narrowed, his mind racing. "Aisha. She knows something. She's been acting strange lately." Victor's gut twisted, Ahmed's words echoing in his mind. "Aisha's playing both sides, Victor. Don't trust her." He pushed the doubt aside, focusing on the task at hand. "'Il talk to her, Alex. See if I can get her to flip." Alex nodded, a hint of desperation in his eyes. "Be careful, Victor.
We don't know what we're up against." Victor's expression was grim. "I will, Alex. You need to lay low for now. Don't trust anyone." Alex nodded, a plan forming in his mind. "I'll make some calls, see if I can dig up anything on Ahmed." The room fell silent, the tension palpable. Victor stood up, his eyes locked onto Alex's. "'Il be in touch." Alex nodded, a brief smile. "Be safe, Victor."
Victor left the safe house, the night air cool on his skin. He pulled out his phone, typing a message to Aisha. "Meet me at the café. Now." The response came back, a single word: "Okay." Victor's eyes narrowed. What was she playing at?
He arrived at the café, the same hole-in-the-wall joint he'd met her at before. She was alreadythere, sipping a coffee. Victor sat down, his eyes locked onto hers. "Aisha, what's going on? You're involved with the board?" Aisha's expression was a mix of guilt and fear. "Victor, I had no choice.
They threatened me, my family." Victor's gut twisted, a pang of sympathy. "What do they want?" Aisha's eyes seemed to cloud. "They want Alex out. They want control of NovaTech." Victor's eyes narrowed. "Why? What's the motive?" Aisha's voice was barely above a whisper. "It's about the new tech, Victor. The one Alex is working on. It's revolutionary. They want it for themselves." The room seemed to spin. Victor's mind reeled. The stakes were higher than he thought.
Aisha's eyes were on him, pleading. "Victor, please. You have to believe me. I didn't want to hurt Alex. I was scared." Victor's expression was a mask, his mind racing. Could he trust her? The doubt lingered, a nagging voice. "What do you want, Aisha?" Aisha's eyes seemed to cloud. "I want to make it right, Victor. I want to help you take down the board." Victor's eyes locked onto hers. "How?" Aisha's voice was barely above a whisper. "I have evidence, Victor. Evidence that proves the board's involvement. But I need your help to get it out." The plan formed, a glimmer of hope. Victor's grip on reality tightened. "Let's do it.
The night wore on, the plan unfolding in hushed tones. Aisha handed over the evidence, a small USB drive. Victor's eyes locked onto hers. "This better be real, Aisha." Aisha nodded, a hint of determination. "It's real, Victor. Let's take them down." Victor pocketed the drive, a plan forming in his mind. He would take down the board, and Alex would be free. The game was on, and Victor was all in. He stood up, his eyes locked onto Aisha's. "Let's do this." Aisha nodded, a brief smile. The night was dark, but Victor was ready.
He would fight, no matter what.