Chapter 9 UNWANTED ATTENTION

CHAPTER 9 - UNWANTED ATTENTION

The city felt different now.

Kira's once-familiar streets seemed alien, cloaked in shadows and suspicion. Every honking car, every pedestrian brushing past her, felt like a potential threat. The bright office towers she once admired now loomed like silent sentinels, keeping watch.

Her apartment was gone, Donovan was trapped somewhere below ground, and the flash drive-the tiny piece of plastic that could topple a corporate empire-was all she had left.

She pulled her jacket tighter around herself, feeling the weight of it as both a shield and a reminder. Every step felt calculated. Every glance over her shoulder sparked a fresh surge of panic.

Someone is watching me.

She knew it. Could feel it in the hairs on her neck, in the unsteady rhythm of her pulse. The shadows weren't just shadows. They were eyes. Hidden cameras. Tracking devices. Observers.

Kira ducked into a coffee shop on a corner street, the small bell above the door jingling as she entered. The place was empty except for a lone barista polishing the counter. The warmth and scent of coffee did little to calm her nerves.

She sat near the window, eyes scanning the street. Every reflection in the glass, every figure passing by, made her flinch.

A text pinged on her phone.

Her heart skipped. She hadn't given Donovan her number; she hadn't contacted anyone since escaping the shaft. She opened the message cautiously.

"You're clever, but not clever enough. Stay visible."

No sender ID. No traceable number. Just words.

Kira swallowed hard. She pressed her fingers to her lips, trying to slow the panic rising like a tide inside her.

They know where I am.

Her mind raced. Who could it be? Elara? One of the mercenaries? Someone even higher up, tied directly to the corporate empire Donovan's father had built?

Every instinct screamed: don't stay. Move. Now.

But where could she go? Every street, every alley felt exposed. Every corner had the potential for an ambush.

Her fingers brushed the flash drive in her jacket. She clutched it tighter. She had to think. She had to plan. She had to survive.

Then her phone pinged again.

"Stop thinking you're alone. We're closer than you think."

Kira's breath caught. She looked up. Through the window, she thought she saw a man lingering across the street-just a shadow, half-hidden behind a lamppost. But before she could focus, he was gone.

Her pulse raced faster. She stood abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor. The barista looked up, confused. Kira muttered something about a phone call and hurried out.

Outside, the street was quiet, almost eerily so. She pulled her hood over her head, ducking her face into the shadow. Every glance over her shoulder revealed... nothing. But the feeling of eyes never left her.

They're following me. They have to be.

She navigated side streets, alleyways, weaving in patterns she hoped were unpredictable. The city's night lights glinted off windows, painting brief silhouettes that made her flinch. Every movement she made felt visible. Every shadow felt alive.

Kira ducked into an internet café, the fluorescent lights buzzing above her. The place was deserted at this hour. She powered up a computer cautiously, scanning for any hint of tracking on her phone or laptop.

Minutes ticked by like hours.

Then another message arrived.

"Stop hiding. They're tired of waiting."

Her hands trembled. The words were both a threat and a declaration.

She wasn't sure whether to be terrified or enraged. Both feelings twisted together inside her like a storm.

Her thoughts went to Donovan. Where was he? Was he okay? Could he even survive in the shaft alone, with whatever horrors lay beneath the city?

And most importantly-who was the person sending these messages? Someone with access. Someone with knowledge. Someone watching every move.

Her pulse thrummed like a drum in her ears. She felt utterly exposed.

Then a sudden flicker of movement caught her eye through the café's window. Across the street, in the shadows, a man stepped out briefly, then disappeared again.

Kira froze.

He was tall, broad-shouldered, his movements deliberate. The moment she looked, he vanished. But her gut told her he hadn't gone far.

She ducked back behind the counter, heart hammering. Every instinct screamed danger.

She needed help-but she had no one she could trust. Not yet. Not without risking the flash drive.

Her fingers lingered over the keyboard, her eyes scanning online forums, old contacts, anything that could give her an edge.

Then, another text arrived.

"You can't run forever. We will find you."

Kira's stomach turned. Her breath came in shallow gasps.

Someone is orchestrating this. Someone knows exactly what I have and how important it is.

Her mind raced through scenarios. Every exit, every alley, every potential safe house she had considered suddenly felt compromised.

Then a sudden thought struck her: maybe I'm meant to be noticed.

She looked at the flash drive in her hand. If she stayed hidden, she would survive for a while-but she couldn't fight back, couldn't expose the truth. The longer she hid, the stronger the corporate empire could operate in darkness.

Her resolve hardened. She had to take action.

But first... she needed information. She needed a way to understand who was watching her, how much they knew, and how far they were willing to go.

She needed... allies.

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard. She started searching, tapping into old contacts Donovan had mentioned before-the few people she could tentatively trust. Each potential ally was a risk. A single wrong move could lead the watchers straight to her.

A sound made her jump-a chair scraping across the floor.

Kira's eyes darted to the corner of the café. A man had entered. He didn't approach her directly. He just stood near the entrance, scanning the room.

Every instinct screamed danger.

The man's eyes locked on hers. Cold, unreadable. Observing. Calculating.

Kira froze. The flash drive burned in her jacket pocket.

She knew, without a doubt, that he wasn't here by accident.

Her pulse pounded violently in her ears.

Then he made a subtle gesture-a nod toward the door.

Kira's stomach sank.

Was it a warning? A threat? Or... an invitation?

Before she could react, her phone buzzed again.

"Time is running out. Meet us-or disappear."

Kira's hands trembled violently.

Outside, the city thrummed with life, indifferent to the danger she faced. She was alone, but not invisible. Someone was pulling strings. Watching every move. Manipulating her next steps.

And the moment she stepped outside... she realized: she was being funneled. Controlled. Forced into a decision she wasn't ready to make.

Her chest tightened. She gripped the flash drive like a lifeline.

Every move I make... someone sees it.

A shadow detached itself from the street corner. A figure moved silently, approaching, deliberately avoiding light.

Kira's heart stopped. She could see them now. Clear as day. Not a reflection. Not a trick of the light.

A man. Tall, imposing. Broad shoulders. His presence alone radiated authority.

And then he stopped.

His eyes-cold, calculating-locked on hers.

Kira knew instantly: he was not here to talk.

He was here to watch. To test. To hunt.

Her stomach twisted.

She had survived so far-but tonight, she realized, survival alone would not be enough.

And as he stepped closer, the café door creaked on its hinges...

The lights flickered.

And Kira knew, with absolute certainty: someone had just crossed the line.

Kira's breath hitched as the man's gaze bore into her. Every instinct screamed danger.

She tried to remain calm, though her hands shook violently around the flash drive in her pocket. Every muscle in her body was tense, coiled like a spring ready to snap.

The man didn't speak. He didn't move closer yet. He simply watched, eyes calculating, unyielding. It was a predator's stare. And Kira knew instinctively-this was no ordinary observer.

Her mind raced. Who was he? A mercenary? A corporate spy? Or someone even higher up-someone directly tied to Donovan's father's empire?

Her phone vibrated again. She dared not check it.

Then the man finally spoke, low and deliberate. "Kira Valen?"

Her stomach dropped. "Who... who wants to know?"

He tilted his head slightly, the shadows hiding most of his expression. "Someone who knows what you're carrying. And someone who can make it vanish if you make the wrong move."

Kira swallowed hard. She pressed her back against the counter, feeling exposed. Every option felt like a trap.

"I don't know what you mean," she said, her voice trembling.

"Don't play coy," he said, stepping closer, though never too close. "I've been watching you. Following you. You can't hide forever."

Panic threatened to overwhelm her, but Kira forced herself to breathe, to think. She had survived so far by relying on her instincts. Now, instincts alone won't be enough.

She needed a plan. And fast.

"Look," she said, her voice firmer now, "I don't want trouble. I just-"

"You want safety," he finished for her. "But safety comes at a price. And you haven't paid it yet."

Her pulse quickened. "What do you mean? What price?"

A faint smile touched his lips, just enough to make her skin crawl. "Information. Contacts. Movement. You're not the only one who knows secrets, Kira. And there are people who would pay a lot to see you fail."

Her mind spun. They're orchestrating everything. Every step. Every move. Watching. Waiting.

"Listen," she said, clutching the flash drive tighter. "I don't know what you want, but I'm not giving it to you. I can protect it. I will protect it."

The man tilted his head, studying her. "Bold. Clever. Foolish."

Suddenly, the lights flickered and went out, plunging the café into darkness.

Kira gasped, her body rigid. Shadows stretched across the walls like living creatures.

When the lights returned a moment later, the man had vanished.

Kira's pulse raced. Her hands shook. Was he real? Did he just... disappear?

Her phone buzzed again. She didn't want to look, but she had to know.

"Stop running. Meet me. Alone. Midnight. Pier 17."

Her breath caught. A trap. Definitely a trap. But it was also an opportunity. A test.

If she refused, it would escalate. If she went... she could learn who was orchestrating everything. Who was behind the threats, the surveillance, the relentless hunt.

Kira pressed her forehead to the counter. The flash drive burned against her chest.

I can't do this alone.

Her thoughts immediately went to Donovan. He was trapped, somewhere below the city, probably injured. I have to find him. But I can't if I get caught first.

She exhaled shakily and made a decision.

I'll go. I'll play their game. But I won't let them win.

The rest of the night passed in a blur. Kira moved through dark streets, taking alleys and backways she never thought she'd use. Every glance over her shoulder made her flinch. Every distant sound of footsteps made her heart hammer.

By the time she reached Pier 17, fog had rolled in off the water, thick and impenetrable. She moved cautiously, every sense heightened. The pier stretched out before her like a gauntlet of danger.

A figure emerged from the mist. Tall, hooded, shadowed by the dim light. Kira froze.

"You came," the figure said, voice familiar but distorted.

Kira's pulse accelerated. The words carried an edge of authority she recognized immediately.

Donovan.

But it wasn't. The voice was wrong. Deeper, colder, sharper.

"Who are you?" she demanded.

The figure stepped closer, into a patch of light. And Kira's stomach dropped.

It was someone she never expected to see-someone who had been presumed loyal to Donovan's father's empire, someone who knew the inner workings of every secret she had uncovered.

Her eyes widened. "You..."

The figure didn't answer immediately. Just smiled, slow, deliberate, chilling.

"You've made a lot of enemies," he said softly. "And you have no idea how many more are waiting."

Kira took a step back, clutching the flash drive so tightly it hurt. Her heart thumped wildly.

"I-I can protect it," she stammered. "I can-"

"Protect?" he laughed softly. "Child, you're already in their sights. Every step you've taken, every decision you've made, has been watched. They know where you've been, who you've contacted, what you've touched."

Kira's stomach churned. "Then... then why haven't they stopped me?"

The figure tilted his head, his shadowed eyes glinting. "Because you've become useful. But that usefulness has a limit. And tonight... that limit will be tested."

The fog swirled around her like a living entity, pressing in. Kira felt cornered, exposed, utterly vulnerable.

"Tested how?" she demanded, trying to summon courage.

The figure smiled again, faintly, cruelly. "By choice."

Kira's eyes widened in alarm. "Choice? What-what are you talking about?"

The figure stepped closer, voice dropping to a whisper that cut through the fog.

"You can walk away... empty-handed. And live. Or you can play their game, and risk everything... including your life-and his."

Kira froze. His... Donovan.

Her mind went icy. He was trapped. Injured. Possibly being used as bait.

And she had to make a decision-right here, right now.

The figure's eyes glinted in the fog. "You have five minutes. Decide."

Kira's chest tightened. The flash drive pressed against her like a heartbeat she could feel in her hands. Her mind raced. Every option was fatal. Every choice a trap.

Her pulse pounded. She took a slow, deep breath, trying to focus, trying to think clearly.

If I fail... Donovan dies. The empire continues. The truth dies.

Then she heard it-a soft, mechanical whir from behind her.

And Kira realized, with chilling certainty, she was no longer alone on the pier.

Figures were emerging from the fog. Shadowed, silent, moving like predators.

Her breath caught.

And before she could react...

A hand grabbed her shoulder.

She spun around.

But it wasn't who she expected.

It was someone even closer to the empire than she feared...