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Hammer Industries Headquarters
Evening had settled over Monaco.
The towering glass structure of Hammer Industries stood against the darkening sky like a monument of steel and ambition. The city lights glittered along the coastline below, reflecting faintly against the building's mirrored surfaces.
At street level, the quiet hum of traffic suddenly broke.
Five black sedans rolled to a stop in front of the entrance.
Their engines died almost simultaneously.
For a brief moment, the street fell silent.
Then the doors opened.
Men stepped out one after another—each wearing dark suits and black sunglasses despite the fading light. Their movements were precise and controlled, the kind of efficiency that came from training rather than ordinary business protocol.
They moved toward the building entrance with purposeful strides.
To anyone watching from afar, the message would be clear.
This was not a casual visit.
---
The White Queen Notices
At the very top of the Hammer Industries building—the private attic residence now occupied by Jack and the others—
White Queen's brows suddenly knit together.
She had been standing near the wide glass window overlooking the city when something caught her attention.
Her eyes flickered faintly.
Streams of digital data seemed to ripple through them for an instant.
"Someone just arrived," she said quietly.
Ada, lounging on a nearby chair, turned her head.
"What kind of people?"
White Queen didn't answer immediately.
Her gaze remained fixed on something invisible to the others.
A cascade of information passed silently through her mind—camera feeds, facial recognition scans, movement patterns.
Finally she spoke again.
"Federal Bureau of Investigation."
She paused.
"...No."
Her tone sharpened slightly.
"It's not that simple. There are others mixed in with them."
Jack leaned casually against the wall, arms folded.
A faint smile crept across his face.
"So they're already suspicious of Hammer Industries," he said.
His voice carried lazy amusement.
"Poor Justin."
He chuckled softly.
"I bet his legs are shaking right now."
Ada crossed her arms.
"What's the plan?" she asked. "Destroy the building?"
Jack shook his head immediately.
"That would be a waste."
He glanced around the luxurious space.
"Finding a good lackey like Justin isn't easy."
He gestured toward the elegant furniture and expensive decorations.
"And staying here has been quite comfortable."
Jack shrugged.
"If I destroy this place, I'd be the fool."
Alice nodded thoughtfully.
"That's true."
White Queen suddenly turned toward them.
"No problem," she said calmly.
"Everyone here is already using modified appearances."
Her eyes briefly flickered again.
"They won't recognize us."
She walked toward the door.
"Alice. Ada."
"You two will act like ordinary office employees."
Alice stood up.
Ada stretched slightly before following.
White Queen placed her hand on the door panel.
The lock clicked open automatically.
Before leaving, she glanced back at Jack with a mischievous smile.
"That leaves only you and Pepper."
She tilted her head.
"You're free to improvise."
Then the three of them stepped out into the hallway.
---
Jack and Pepper
The room fell quiet.
Jack turned toward the bed.
Pepper sat there, bound at the wrists and ankles, watching him with a cold, unyielding stare.
Her face had been altered slightly by White Queen's disguise technology.
But the anger in her eyes remained unmistakable.
Jack walked closer.
"Pepper," he said lightly.
"How do you think we should handle this?"
Pepper didn't hesitate.
"Whatever you do has nothing to do with me," she replied coldly.
Her voice carried quiet fury.
"I only hope they discover your true identity."
Her gaze sharpened.
"And arrest you according to the law."
Jack placed a hand dramatically over his chest.
"You wound me."
He sighed theatrically.
"But it doesn't matter."
His eyes gleamed slightly.
"You'll help me anyway."
Pepper shook her head firmly.
"Give up."
"I will never help you."
Jack's pupils shifted faintly.
"This isn't your decision."
Pepper suddenly froze.
Her body stiffened.
An invisible force wrapped around her limbs, holding her completely still.
"What did you do to me?!" she shouted.
Jack smiled calmly.
"This is only the beginning."
Then he began removing his shirt.
Pepper's eyes widened.
"What are you doing?" she demanded, panic creeping into her voice.
"You said you wouldn't rape me!"
Jack finished removing his clothes with irritating calm.
Then he leaned toward her and began pulling at the fabric of her blouse.
"Relax," he said lazily.
"We're just putting on a little performance."
He shrugged.
"The process might be… exciting."
"But nothing truly improper will happen."
Pepper struggled instinctively.
"Stop!"
Her voice rose into a scream.
"Don't—!"
But suddenly—
Her voice vanished.
No sound came out.
Pepper's eyes widened in horror.
What had this bastard done to her voice?
Jack continued removing pieces of her clothing.
He paused briefly, glancing over her body with a casual evaluation.
"Not bad," he said thoughtfully.
"Your figure works."
He tilted his head slightly.
"The chest is a little small."
Then he shrugged.
"But that's fine."
His grin returned.
"Plenty of room for improvement."
Pepper's eyes burned with humiliation and fury.
If hatred alone could kill someone, Jack would have died a hundred times over.
"Don't worry," Jack added with a wicked smile.
"The underwear stays on."
He pressed his body lightly against hers.
The contact sent a strange sensation through Pepper—something unfamiliar, something she didn't want to acknowledge.
Her mind screamed with resistance.
But her body reacted differently.
Jack leaned close to her ear.
"From now on," he whispered softly, "we maintain this position."
"If you don't object… that means you agree."
Pepper glared stubbornly.
She couldn't speak.
How was she supposed to agree—or disagree?
Jack chuckled.
"Life is like rape," he murmured quietly beside her ear.
"If you can't resist it…"
"Sometimes it's better to enjoy it."
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Justin and the Investigators
Meanwhile—
In the hallway outside—
Justin Hammer walked nervously with several investigators.
His expression looked calm on the surface.
Inside, however, his thoughts were racing.
Why would the FBI suddenly investigate my company?
He adjusted his glasses nervously.
"Mr. Hammer," one of the investigators said politely, "we are acting under orders from higher authorities."
He gestured toward the hallway.
"We must investigate your building."
Justin forced a smile.
"Of course," he said smoothly.
"My relationship with the government is excellent."
He spread his hands.
"Why would I make things difficult for you?"
"I will cooperate fully."
A female investigator stepped forward.
"Thank you, Mr. Hammer."
Her voice was calm.
Her red hair framed her face elegantly.
Natasha Romanoff.
She led the group toward the upper floor.
They eventually stopped in front of the attic door.
Natasha looked at Justin.
"This room?"
Justin swallowed.
"Yes… but…"
He adjusted his glasses again.
"This is my bedroom."
"There's nothing inside."
He forced a laugh.
"No need to inspect it."
Natasha smiled faintly.
"I hope Mr. Hammer will cooperate."
Her eyes met his.
"Please open the door."
Justin hesitated.
"This is a private residence," he insisted.
"I hope you understand."
Natasha studied him carefully.
"Mr. Hammer…"
Her voice softened slightly.
"Is there something shameful inside?"
Justin laughed awkwardly.
"Of course not."
"Then open the door."
Justin hadn't even finished reacting—
The door opened.
His face turned pale instantly.
I'm dead.
---
The Discovery
Natasha stepped inside.
"Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Hammer."
Her eyes swept across the room.
Then—
A startled voice rang out.
"Who are you?!"
Natasha and the investigators looked toward the bed.
A man and a woman lay there beneath a blanket.
The man's back faced them.
Only his shoulders and head were visible.
The woman beneath him remained mostly hidden.
Several male investigators coughed awkwardly.
The scene was obvious.
Natasha's expression didn't change.
"Who are you?" she asked calmly.
The man turned slightly.
His disguised face came into view.
"Who are you people?" he demanded angrily.
"Breaking into someone's private room like this?"
He gestured toward Justin.
"I'm a friend of Mr. Hammer."
His tone became threatening.
"He's the boss of Hammer Industries."
"You know the consequences if you offend me?"
He snorted.
"I'll see you in court."
Natasha studied his face carefully.
Then she glanced toward the woman beneath him.
Neither of them matched Jack.
Behind her, Justin suddenly spoke quickly.
"Tom!"
He laughed nervously.
"Didn't I tell you not to bring women here?"
He waved awkwardly at the investigators.
"Sorry about this."
"My friend has… habits."
Natasha's gaze lingered for a moment.
Then she turned away.
"Let's go," she said quietly.
She scanned the room one last time.
Then headed toward the door.
Behind her, the man on the bed shouted after her.
"Hey!"
"Beautiful lady!"
"Why leave so quickly?"
His voice carried shameless enthusiasm.
"How about one hundred thousand?"
"Name your price!"
Natasha paused briefly.
Her eyes turned cold.
She glanced back once.
Then she walked out without another word.