The Algorithm of His Ruin

r, and I built an empi

lapse, I was the one who saved it. I spent sleepless weeks writing the core

orld. He promised me a future,

f the tech industry,

this place-a remote, high-tech detention facility disguised as a wellness center. It' s all white walls, silen

y sterile roo

as the facility itself. She is David' s new fiancée, the wo

d, shifting in color with her movement. It was a breathtaking pi

t was

tricate data mapping the light-recepti

sweetness. "David says it' s the future of fashion. A

business. Their pride was a collection of unique, vintage fabric design

targeted them specifically. He said their old-fashioned patterns were the perfect

with the force of a physical blow. He hadn' t just betraye

oed the hollowness in my chest. "He said you w

he grief turned to ice. The sorro

t in the eye, my voi

aid, "is that they always have a backdoor. A f

rossed her face before s

threats? You

e shimmering dress a fi

rong. I had o

ve, told me I was to attend a corporate gala. As a member of

uraTech, the code that ran everything from their servers to Chloe' s dress, I had built

nipulative genius. Maybe they were right. As they led me out of my white r

a monument to David' s ambition. I moved through the c

looking every bit the charismatic mogul. In his hand, he wa

caught in

love. It was a token of our affection, etched with a private cod

smiled. Without a second though

, his voice dismissive. He gave away my

ne could hear. I watched as she took it, her fingers closing around the l