POV: Tristan
The room went silent the second the words left Zaki’s mouth.
Nobody moved.
Nobody spoke.
For one brief moment, the air inside the office became dangerously still.
Then I scoffed coldly.
“Who’s the bastard that thinks he can break into my house?”
Zaki’s fingers flew across the keyboard while lines of code reflected in his eyes.
“This motherfucker…” he muttered under his breath. “They’re trying to override the external cameras.”
My jaw tightened.
“Block them.”
“Already on it.”
The sound of typing filled the office rapidly.
Naomi stood near the couch now, her face pale while she watched Zaki work.
The rest of the guys stayed quiet, waiting.
A few more seconds passed.
Then Zaki leaned back slightly with a smug look crossing his face.
“Let’s see how you get past th
