Serena waved him off dismissively. "Suit yourself. I'm not the one on a ticking clock."
Director Silas Kaelen didn't say another word. He turned and led his men out of the room. "Then I won't disturb Your Excellency's rest."
The door clicked shut.
Slouching against the back of her chair, Serena let out a quiet, knowing smirk.
She stood up and walked straight toward the suitcases overflowing with cash.
She dumped the thick bundles of US dollars directly onto her bed.
Instantly, a small mountain of cash piled up on the mattress.
The smile on Serena's lips deepened by the second.
She picked up the bundles, flipping through the bills one by one.
Her pale, gloomy face broke into a smile of absolute, intoxicating greed.
"Project Zero-Transit really is loaded," she licked her lips, murmuring to herself. "I definitely came to the right place."
She let out a low, breathless laugh.
Grabbing a massive handful of cash, she tossed it casually into the air.
Banknotes rained down over the bed.
It was a scene of ultimate decadence.
Surrounded by the falling money, Serena smiled with a manic, obsessive hunger.
As an elite hacker.
How could she not know that her room was bugged with cameras?
And not just one.
Project Zero-Transit wouldn't place their absolute trust in anyone.
Especially not a stranger who had just engaged with their core assets and displayed a skill level far beyond their expectations.
Of course they wouldn't let their guard down.
So, all she had to do was lean into The Panacea's persona, magnifying that desperate greed.
Because to an organization as obscenely wealthy as Project Zero-Transit,
Greed was the easiest flaw to control.

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