The fourth day was lazy. No nightclub, no agenda, no Elena spreadsheet. Just the villa, the pool, and the slow, humid rhythm of a Florida afternoon.
I was in the living room when Nia walked in with her tablet and a frown.
"Jake, I need to show you something."
"We're on vacation, Nia."
"I know. But I connected to the guest WiFi at Mila's yesterday, and..." She pulled up a network diagram. "Look at this."
It was a network topology — nodes, subnets, encryption layers. For a Cuban restaurant in Little Havana.
"This is the restaurant's network?" I asked.
"Guest WiFi. The one they give customers to check Instagram." She zoomed in. "But look at the architecture. Multiple subnets. Enterprise-grade encryption on the internal layer. Segmented VLANs. This isn't a restaurant network, Jake. This is corporate infrastructure. Someone's running serious data through the back end of a place that serves ropa vieja."
