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His phone buzzed. Unknown number.

Finn had a choice. Feed the answer. Keep the money. Stay safe.

“I can’t do this, Finn. My hands are shaking,” the CEO whispered through the encrypted channel. Vaarbewijs4all

“Who is this?”

She wasn’t looking at the proctors. She was looking up. Directly into the lens. His phone buzzed

He hated it. But it paid for his son’s therapy sessions.

Finn muted Van der Heijden’s earpiece. Then he unmuted the room’s microphone—the one he’d installed to record proctors, but never used. Feed the answer

He was listening to the silence.

Not the exam feed—the storage unit’s security camera. He had four cameras hidden in the fake ceiling tiles, watching the proctors who watched the candidates. But now the feed showed something else: a woman in a dark raincoat, standing exactly where Finn was supposed to be alone.

Finn’s throat went dry. Van der Heijden was babbling about a crossing situation question. Finn ignored him.

“You’re not here to sail, meneer. You’re here to point at a screen. I’m the captain. You’re the autopilot.”