y🚨 Iman knows that both Shayla and Angelina were trying to trap him 😞 but what he’s going to do next is beyond everyone’s imagination.

Iman stood by the window of his apartment, the city lights flickering in his reflection like fractured stars. The message had come only an hour ago — a short, cryptic recording from an anonymous number. But the voices were unmistakable. Shayla and Angelina.

Two people he trusted more than anyone.

He replayed the clip again, jaw tightening as their words echoed in his head.

“He thinks we’re helping him,” Shayla’s voice had said, her tone colder than he’d ever heard it.
“Good,” Angelina replied. “Once he delivers the drive, we’ll let them deal with him. No loose ends.”

The air in the room felt heavy. Iman had risked everything for them — the late-night meetings, the secret exchanges, the promises of loyalty whispered under pressure. Now it was clear: he’d been nothing but a pawn.

He exhaled slowly, forcing the anger down. He couldn’t afford rage. Not yet.
What came next would require control — precision — and a little imagination.

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Part I: The Setup

Three days earlier, Iman had stolen a data drive from the tech conglomerate Arctis Corp, containing files that could ruin careers and topple markets. Shayla had convinced him it was part of a whistleblower operation. Angelina, a skilled hacker, claimed she could decrypt and leak the files safely.

They’d told him he was doing the right thing.

But now, Iman saw the truth. They weren’t exposing corruption — they were selling it. The plan was to trade the data to Arctis’s competitors for millions, and Iman was just the disposable thief who would take the fall.

He looked at the drive on his desk, the tiny device that had already destroyed his peace.
Then, he smiled.

If they wanted to play games, they were about to meet a new version of Iman — the one they never imagined.

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Part II: The Counterplay

The next morning, Shayla received a message.

From Iman: “It’s done. Meet me tonight. Same place.”

She didn’t hesitate.

When she arrived at the abandoned warehouse, the air smelled of rust and rain. Iman stood in the shadows, calm, unreadable.

“Did you bring it?” she asked, her voice low.

“I did,” he said, holding up the drive. “But I know what you’ve been doing.”

Her expression flickered — surprise, guilt, then calculation. “Iman… you don’t understand—”

“Oh, I understand perfectly,” he interrupted. “The only thing I don’t understand is why you thought I wouldn’t find out.”

She took a step back. “Where’s Angelina?”

“Closer than you think,” Iman said. He tapped a button on his phone. A second later, the lights flickered — and screens around the warehouse came to life, showing Angelina’s private messages, her voice calls, and the evidence of their plan.

Angelina’s voice crackled through the speakers:

“He’ll be gone by tomorrow. We’ll get paid, and it’ll all be over.”

Shayla’s face went pale. “Iman, what did you do?”

“I just made sure everyone sees who the traitors really are,” he said. “This feed is live. The authorities are already watching.”

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Part III: Beyond Imagination

But that wasn’t the end. Iman had gone further than anyone realized.

The drive he’d handed over wasn’t the original — it was a decoy, filled with digital breadcrumbs that traced back to every account Shayla and Angelina had used for their deals. By morning, both women would be wanted internationally for cyber espionage.

And the real data? Iman had encrypted it, hidden across dozens of servers, programmed to release itself only if anything happened to him.

As he walked away from the warehouse, the rain began to fall harder, washing the city clean. For the first time in months, he felt free.

He didn’t look back.
He didn’t need to.

Shayla and Angelina had underestimated him — they saw a loyal partner.
But Iman had always been more than that.

He was the ghost in their machine.
And this time, the game was his.