Meanwhile, back in Korea.
Jiwon sat in her apartment.
Multiple monitors glowed in the darkness.
Laptop. Tablet. Two phones.
All showing different feeds.
Social media. Gossip forums. News sites.
She'd been tracking everything.
The Vegas showcase. The reviews. The buzz.
But that wasn't enough.
She needed chaos.
Real, devastating chaos.
She pulled up a folder on her laptop.
Photos. Videos. Screenshots.
All from Vegas.
Her contact had come through.
Infiltrating the hotel's server had been surprisingly easy.
A poorly secured network. Staff willing to take bribes.
American security was a joke.
She scrolled through the files.
Looking for the perfect one.
Not too obvious. But damning enough.
There.
A hallway shot.
Hooded figure. Blonde hair visible. Late night.
Entering a hotel room.
The timestamp clear: 2:47 AM.
The metadata intact: Las Vegas, their hotel, eighteenth floor.
Perfect.
She opened her photo editing software.
Made minor adjustments.
