"Sir, the money is gone."
"How?"
"No breach detected."
Arjun stood near the doorway, holding a register that nobody checked anymore.
Gone.
Not stolen. Not hacked.
Gone.
That word carried weight.
By evening, televisions screamed. Politicians fumed. Cyber experts speculated.
Arjun walked home slowly, as if nothing had changed.
Inside him, something had finally moved.