My Ultimate Sign-in System Made Me Invincible - Chapter 522 Daniel & Lucy

Chapter 522  Daniel & Lucy

Lucy approached the Bellemere Family Office headquarters building from the air.

She turned invisible before she reached street level, dropping into stealth mode. The door opened as she pushed it, and she landed inside without a sound, crossing the lobby toward Daniel’s private elevator, without being detected.

The elevator opened to the long hallway with Daniel’s office at the end. She stepped out and walked down it, and halfway to his office she let herself become visible again, stealth dissolving as she moved.

There was no one in the hallway to see either version of her. The visibility was a courtesy to Daniel rather than a necessity.

She reached his door and opened it without knocking.

Daniel looked up from his desk. The surprise on his face lasted about half a second before it resolved into something warmer. He stood immediately, the motion quick enough that his chair rolled back and caught on the edge of the rug.

“Lucy!” He came around the desk. “What a surprise. I didn’t know you were back on Earth. When did you get back?”

Lucy crossed the room and hugged him. He was one of the few people on Earth she would do that with unprompted, and she did it without ceremony, the way you did with someone whose presence was simply good.

“This morning,” she said, stepping back. “I was with Master when he went to meet Whitlock.”

Daniel’s eyes widened slightly. “You went to the meeting? I had no idea. I just set it up and went back to bed.” He shook his head, already smiling at whatever he was imagining. “What was Whitlock’s reaction when Master introduced you?”

“Interesting,” Lucy said, and the word carried a particular satisfaction. She sat down in the chair across from his desk, the one she had always preferred when she visited. “He couldn’t believe it. An actual AGI standing in front of him and a conscious one at that. He extended his hand to shake mine.” She paused, the proud expression settling naturally on her face. “He must have been surprised by how it felt to different from that of a human.”

Daniel laughed. He dropped back into his chair and shook his head slowly. “It never stops. Every time I think I’ve adjusted to everything around that man, something new happens and I need another adjustment period.” He looked at her. “So. You didn’t fly here from the moon to tell me about Whitlock’s handshake. What’s the actual reason?”

“The group,” Lucy said.

Daniel’s expression shifted. Not dramatically — he wasn’t someone who made dramatic expressions — but something in his posture became more attentive. “The ones using multiple channels to send messages to Master’s friends.”

“Yes. I told you I had gathered information on them. I have everything now.”

“Does Master know?”

Lucy looked at him with the particular patience of someone answering a question they found slightly unnecessary. “Does he not always know? He’s aware of them. He simply doesn’t consider them worth his immediate attention. He’s occupied with something significant at the moment.”

Daniel leaned back. “You said this attempt was different from the others. The previous ones were opportunistic — people trying to find a door through his friends because there’s no official door anywhere else. You said this one has a different structure.”

“It does.” Lucy folded her hands in her lap. “The contact attempts toward his friends are not the primary objective. They’re a means to an end. What they’re actually trying to do is test his strength indirectly — assess what he’s capable of, where his limits are, whether he has limits at all. Getting close to his friends is the method. The assessment is the goal.”

Daniel was quiet for a moment.

Then he said: “They want to test the strength of a man who has a private A380.”

“Yes.”

“A man who they know theoretically owns a lunar base and a man who flew through Jupiter’s atmosphere on a live broadcast and came back to explain what the clouds looked like from inside.”

“Yeah. It’s a whole new level of stupid.”

Daniel pressed his fingers together and looked at the ceiling briefly. “Some people are genuinely fearless and stupid.”

“Well, the fearlessness is organized,” Lucy said. “That’s what makes it notable. This isn’t a few individuals acting on impulse. It’s a structured group with a larger plan. They’ve already deduced that Master owns Nova Technologies.”

“The deduction isn’t difficult at this point,” Daniel said. “The more interesting fact is that they deduced it and then decided the correct response was to try to control it.”

“That’s precisely it. Their objective isn’t intelligence gathering for its own sake. The contact attempts, the strength assessment — it’s preliminary work for a larger play. They want control of Nova Technologies. They believe if they understand his limits well enough, they can find a way to apply leverage and use the company to control the world.”

The room was quiet.

Daniel looked at his desk for a moment, at the stacks of correspondence and portfolio summaries and the particular organized chaos that characterized his working environment. Then he looked back at Lucy. “What’s your plan?”

“I have everything on them. Full documentation. I can bring them down to the mud in days and wipe out their entire net worth in seconds, but I won’t do sny of that.” She said it with the calm of someone who had finished a project they were satisfied with. “But Master made his position clear this morning. He wants to respond personally. He wants to show them what it means to go after people he cares about.” She paused. “So I’m waiting. Whatever he decides to do, I have everything he needs ready when he wants it.”

Daniel absorbed this. He had been in Liam’s orbit long enough to understand what that kind of statement meant in practice, and the implications of it produced a particular quality of silence from him — not fear exactly, but the specific solemnity of someone who understood that certain events, once set in motion, produced outcomes that couldn’t be walked back.

He said a quiet prayer for the group. It was a brief and sincere acknowledgment that whatever was coming toward them, they had chosen it, and he hoped they had chosen it knowing what they were choosing.

Then he cleared his throat. “On a slightly different subject. Are you here to help with anything? Because the portfolio management is actively trying to end me. Master’s asset base has expanded at a rate that I suspect was designed specifically to test my limits. The volume of correspondence alone — people trying to establish connections to Nova Technologies through this office, despite the fact that there’s no official confirmation linking us to them — it’s becoming its own full-time responsibility.”

“How many emails this week?”

“I stopped counting at four hundred. And those are the ones that made it past the filtering. There’s no public confirmation that Nova Technologies and the family office have any relationship, and somehow that fact has not discouraged a single person.”

“Humans have always been like that,” Lucy said. “The absence of a door has never stopped anyone from knocking on the wall beside it.”

“A generous interpretation.”

“Would you like me to destroy them?”

Daniel laughed — the same genuine laugh from earlier, the kind that arrived when something was both absurd and somehow accurate. “No. Definitely not.”

“Then I’ll help you with the filtering,” she said. “And the portfolio review. I’ve been monitoring the asset allocation remotely but there are positions that need a closer look given the JP Morgan development. The partnership changes some of the structuring logic we had in place.”

Daniel nodded. “I was going to flag that to you. The announcement landed and immediately the calculus on a few holdings shifted. There are also new inquiries that are going to need a different kind of response now that the partnership is public-adjacent.”

“I know. I read the market movement before I arrived.” She paused. “Two hundred and ten billion in two hours.”

Daniel looked at her. “Are you pleased about that?”

Lucy considered the question with the seriousness it deserved. “I’m pleased that the architecture is working the way it was designed to. The market response is a data point that confirms the structure is sound.” She paused again, and something in her expression shifted into something quieter. “I’m also pleased for Whitlock. He made a decision a long time ago that deserved to be rewarded. Today was that.”

Daniel was quiet for a moment. Then he said: “Master said something similar this morning, didn’t he.”

“Yes.”

“You two think alike.”

“We built each other,” Lucy said simply and smiled proudly. “That tends to produce alignment.”

Daniel smiled. He reached for the stack of correspondence on the corner of his desk — the one he’d been avoiding since for the past few days and set it between them.

“Where do you want to start?”

“The portfolio,” Lucy said. “The emails can wait. They’ve been waiting this long.”