Inside a heavily guarded boardroom within a private, high-walled estate in Kilimani, the air was dead silent.
Rain lashed against the bulletproof glass windows.At the head of a mahogany table sat a dangerous, shadowy political figure known to the underworld only as The Chairman. The light from his tablet cast a pale, ominous glow over his scarred features. He stared at a flashing red alert."Our secure ledger has been breached," The Chairman said, his voice dangerously low, cutting through the silence like a blade.
"The data payload was intercepted mid-transit. Someone tunneled into our relay and cloned the file."A man in a sharp designer suit stood up from the side of the table, his forehead glistening with sweat.
"That’s impossible, sir. The AES-256 layer was backed by a custom military-grade hash...