Stan hit the gym early.
He kept the session to forty minutes, working around the bandaged hand with a routine focused on legs, core, and sustained cardio, the kind that burned cleanly and left behind a steady, grounded energy instead of exhaustion.
Afterward, he showered, changed, made coffee, and settled at the kitchen counter with his phone.
Out of mild curiosity, the same kind that had led him to check the system's protection the other night, he opened his browser and searched his own name.
He found the video within thirty seconds.
Someone had recorded his Lamborghini Huracán pulling into Peak University's parking area. The clip began from a distance before zooming in shakily as Stan stepped out of the car. The footage was clearly phone-shot, unstable and grainy in places, but the Huracán was unmistakable.
Apparently, so was he.
Whoever uploaded it had added just enough contextual information about Peak University for the algorithm to take over from there.
