Maxhub -

The stylus in Ethan’s hand vibrated once. A low, mournful hum.

Slowly, he reached out and pressed "N."

Orlov was supposed to be dead. A ghost. A rumored puppet master who controlled three percent of the world's rare earth minerals. MaxHub

He had installed the update himself. It was supposed to be collaborative whiteboarding software. Screen sharing. Video conferencing. Not… this. The stylus in Ethan’s hand vibrated once