The billionaire's code

pent years feeling bad about from the shadows, sat beside her with the relaxed mind of someone who knew he was untouchable. He looked at her, one hand resting on the steering wheel. "You do

against the desk, arms crossed. "Let's just say being chosen by the system comes with certain perks. But what they don't tell you is that the system isn't just choosing billionaires it's controlling them." Maya frowned, her mind racing. "Controlling how?" "Decisions," Adrian said simply. "Every investment I make, every public statement, even personal relationships the algorithm suggests the optimal choice. And when I deviate?" He tapped the hologram, pulling up a chart of declining numbers. "Punishment. My value drops. Opportunities vanish. Power disappears." Cynthia's skepticism gave way to alarm. "You're telling me you're a puppet?" "Not just me," Adrian said, his voice hardening. "Every billionaire chosen by the system is. We're not running the world, Cynthia. The algorithm is." She stared at him, struggling to process the implications. "If that's true, why haven't you just... walked away? You're rich enough to disappear." Adrian's jaw tightened. "It's not that simple. The system doesn't let go of its assets. And even if I could run, billions of lives are dictated by this code. People like you, struggling to survive, while the rest of us play along in a rigged game." For a moment, the room was silent except for the faint hum of the hologram. Then Maya straightened, her expression guarded. "So, what do you need me for?" Adrian's gray eyes locked onto hers, a spark of determination in their depths. "You're one