Alyssa’s demand had been simple, but the payoff was beyond anything Son imagined. He could sell the lenses to a secretive collector for millions, or use them to develop a new augmented‑reality platform that would make his startup the next unicorn. Back at the loft, Alyssa waited. She had already uploaded a copy of the lenses’ schematics to a secure server she controlled. When Son returned, triumphant, she handed him a sleek black envelope. “Your reward,” she said, “and a reminder.” Inside the envelope was a single photograph: Son, standing in the vault, his face illuminated by the glow of the lenses. In the background, a shadowy figure—Alyssa’s own silhouette—was captured on a hidden security camera that had been installed years ago.
Alyssa’s voice softened. “You have what you wanted, but remember, . I now hold proof that you entered a restricted area with stolen files. If you ever try to sell those lenses without me, I can expose everything.”
Alyssa watched Son’s curiosity blossom into obsession. She invited him to a private viewing, a dimly lit loft filled with the scent of old paper and fresh paint. As they examined the maps together, Alyssa slipped a small, silver USB drive onto the table. “I think you’ll find this useful,” she said, her voice low. “It contains a copy of the city’s old zoning files—everything the council tried to hide about the underground tunnels.” Son’s eyes widened. He knew those files were classified; possessing them could ruin his father’s empire if they ever surfaced. Yet the promise of the vault’s treasure was too tempting.