The Paranoid Billionaire

A luxurious limousine just acrosses the street and turns right to a basement of a skyscraper. The car is maybe one of a kind in this country. It is a new country-R-brand car, an armored luxurious limousine similar to one that was ridden by the president of country-R merely last year. No, the one inside it definitely is not the president.

The car was publicly sold early this year. I guess Mr. Chekhovsky is one of its first buyers. I'm not too surprised about it, knowing the features of the car, which is bulletproof, bombproof, steel reinforcement tires, and can be fully submerged in water. That is a perfect car for a paranoid billionaire as Mr. Chekhovsky is.

Mr. Chekhovsky is really a paranoid. At first, I didn't believe it when my client told me. But soon when I start observing him, I find out my client didn't exagerrated it a bit.

The skyscraper that the car just went to its basement is his. Mr. Chekhovsky is the owner and CEO of the top building security company in the country, and he put the latest technology to the skyscraper.

That information was easily gotten, since its launch, six months ago, became headlines of business newspapers around the country. No wonder people were scrambling to rent a place in that building.

Mr. Chekhovsky's company also moved their main head quarter here. It is operated at the 69-75th floor. But to less than few people know, Mr. Chekhovsky's office is not on that floor, but at the basement, with a secret entering door and elevator that only certain people can reach.

I only able to had that information with the help of Thief, of course. Still, even Thief is still not able to hack the building security system. So the chance I can sneak in without being noticed is almost impossible.

Mr. Chekhovsky's house is even worse. His house is not as big or glamorous as other billionaire's homes. It's a decent 2 stories house in a valley, somewhere in the middle of the forest, outside the city. The gate is a bulletproof and bombproof glass with iron cage that covers the whole house like a dome. Only his core family and certain trusted persons can go into his house. The security system of his house is updated every month. So it is even smaller chance to be hacked.

"So, do you decide to give up on this order ?" Thief asks me over the phone after I told her about my observation.

"Nah.. The payment is too tempting to be rejected," I answer her. The client offers me 2 million dollars for taking Mr. Chekhovsky down. "He is also willing to lengthen the deadline. It will be two months."

"I guess he realizes how difficult it is," Thief utters her mind.

"He does. He admitted that I am the fifth person he contacted. The previous four refused or failed to do it,"

"What do you have in mind ?"

"I need to go inside, so I can learn his procedures and find the leak."

"His house or office ?"

"If I can give you the information about his house security systems, can you learn to hack it ? Next week is new month, so the system will be updated and you will have 2 weeks," I explains to her.

"I can try. But, this time, I can't give you my words. Sorry.."

"That's okay. So you think I better go inside his office ?"

"Yeah.. I mean, there are more options for you to enter it as one of his employees.."

"His employees work on different floor from him."

"His bodyguards don't. He has several levels of bodyguards. All of them are taken from numerous outsource companies"

"Let me guess.. you have the list ?"

"Of course. And I'm sure I can go through all of their systems just to add an extra profile."

"You're the best, you know that ?"

"I know."

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After pushing several combination buttons, I hear smooth sound of a machine starting to work. With that sound, a door in front of me is also starting to roll up. I only need to open it as high as my waist, then I bend down to enter a room behind it.

It is not exactly a room. It is actually a garage, my garage. Well, I mean I rent the garage. There, I park my sport car, Ferrari, my baby which I rarely use. The car is covered with a fabric. I usually go to the garage just to start the engine and warm it up. But not tonight.

I walk to the back of my car where there is a peg board hangs on the wall. It is almost full with tools and equipments I hang with S hooks. I put 3 fingers inside 3 holes in the middle left of the board and twist it. Another smooth sound of machine opening the secret door.

I step inside the room behind the secret door. Welcome to my office. It's not too spacious, but I make sure it has all I need. Right now my feet bring me to the whiteboard. With help of a magnet I stick Mr. Chekhovsky's picture. After that I begin to work on my plan.