World Domination Begins With Getting a System in a Modern World-Chapter 123: Meeting With Alina (2)

"Hey there," Alina greeted, flashing a quick smile as James slid into the seat across from her.

"Hey," James replied.

Alina leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs casually, her fingers tapping lightly against her coffee cup.

"You know," she said, with a light tone but the tight expression on her face, gave her feelings away, "when you first told me about the McCullens, I thought they were just another dirty company — drug trafficking, money laundering, typical scumbag stuff."

James said nothing, simply watching her with a smile on his face.

"But then," Alina continued, her voice dropping lower, her smile fading, "when I went through the digital evidence you gave me... I finally understood."

She leaned forward, her blue eyes dark with something dangerous.

"Man... it’s not just drugs and dirty money. They’re knee-deep in human trafficking too — funding whole cartel operations like it’s just another side hustle."

Her voice cracked slightly with disgust, her hands clenching into fists against the table.

"What the fuck?" she muttered. "How the hell are they still standing? Why haven’t the feds torched them already?"

She stared at James, searching for an answer.

"Are they... protected?" she asked quietly, almost in disbelief.

James smiled thinly, his fingers drumming lightly on the table.

"I don’t think they’re protected," he said calmly. "I think they’ve just been smart. Careful. Meticulous. They’ve built walls around themselves — a perfect system where every dirty piece gets cleaned before it ever sees daylight."

Alina snorted bitterly.

"Smart or not... it doesn’t matter," she said, her voice tightening.

Her nails tapped sharply against the table, a quiet beat of restrained rage.

"Because with what we’re going to do..." — she leaned in closer, her eyes gleaming —

"...there’s no way anyone’s gonna be able to keep looking the other way."

James smiled —a very dangerous smile.

"Good," he said simply.

"Right," Alina breathed, her voice steadying as she sat up straighter. "Let’s get to it."

She grabbed her laptop, swung it around smoothly, and scooted over to James’ side, pulling her chair beside him so they could look together.

The screen blinked to life, displaying a complex, detailed web of connections — companies, fake charities, laundering routes, known associates.

"Welcome to the McCullens’ true empire," Alina said, almost like a dark joke.

"And the blueprints for how we’re going to burn it all down."

She tapped a few keys, and the messy web of names and lines zoomed in, focusing on a smaller circle.

"This," she said, pointing at a cluster of logos and company names, "is their weak spot."

James leaned in, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"McCullen Industries looks clean on the surface," Alina continued, "but underneath it? According to the evidence and information you gave me, it’s nothing more than a front. It funds and launders the money for two of their biggest shell charities."

She clicked again, pulling up a diagram of a fake foundation — smiling children, colorful logos, a perfectly innocent name.

"Bright Tomorrow Foundation," she said, her voice dripping with disgust. "Sounds nice and unsuspecting, right? Too bad it’s just a giant black hole for cartel cash."

James smiled tightened slightly as he stared at the screen.

"This foundation receives millions every year — donations, government grants, fake charity events. But almost none of the money actually reaches the people it’s supposed to help," Alina said, and continued.

"It’s laundered through their accounts, funneled through ghost companies, and then pumped straight back into McCullen Industries."

"Which means this is where we start the fire," Alina said, with a wide, sinister smile.

James smirked when he heard it. He knew that he didn’t make a mistake by choosing her and she has once again proven that to him.

"Good. What’s the plan?" he asked.

Alina’s grin widened.

"We don’t just expose them," she said. "We strangle them first."

She tapped a few more keys, pulling up financial spreadsheets, fake invoices, employee lists gotten from the flash James gave her.

"The foundation relies heavily on reputation. They’re protected because no one’s ever bothered to dig deep. We start leaking things — anonymously — to the media, little by little."

James nodded slowly, following what she was saying.

"I’ve prepared photoshopped receipts, fake reports, inside testimonies. We will release them and make it look like a whistleblower is leaking dirty secrets. Force them to panic. To cover it up. To make mistakes."

She flipped to another screen — a collection of emails and messages she had "borrowed" from some sloppy employees who reused passwords.

"If they panic, they’ll start moving money. Quickly. Sloppily. And this one of the places you come."

"I know. I tip the authorities with information anonymously and when they move it... we catch them in the act," James’ eyes gleamed.

"Exactly," Alina said, pleased.

She pulled up another file — this one showing the current bank accounts tied to the foundation.

"Someone helped me out with this and we have already set up silent tracking on a few of their ghost accounts. The moment they transfer anything, we’ll have digital footprints. Paper trails they can’t erase."

James smiled, a dark, satisfied smile.

"And once we have the proof?"

Alina grinned wickedly.

"Simple. We leak all of the information we have on them to the authorities, to the media, to watchdog groups. They won’t know who hit them — but the government will have no choice but to act."

She leaned closer, her eyes shining.

"They’re a ticking time bomb, James. We just need to light the fuse."

James was quiet for a moment, absorbing everything Alina said. He knew that she was right. With things are going for Cullen Corp, their downfall is only a matter of time. What he’s doing is only expediting the process.

"You did good, Alina," he said with a low voice, and satisfied smile.

Alina’s cheeks colored slightly, as she smirked.

"Of course I did. I’m a genius, remember?"

James chuckled softly.

"What’s the timeline?"

Alina tapped her laptop thoughtfully.

"If we start today... a week. Two at most, before it spirals out of their control," she replied, and turned to look at him seriously.

"But once we start, there’s no turning back. No putting the genie back in the bottle."

James’ smile faded slightly, his face turning cold and determined.

"I don’t plan to turn back," he said.

Alina smiled again — a real, proud smile this time.

"Good. Then let’s light the fuse."

She pulled a flash drive from her pocket and handed it to him. It was the flash drive that James gave to her.

James took the flash drive and smiled, as he slid the drive into his jacket pocket and stood up, Alina rising with him.

"Let’s tear them apart," James said, with a calm and deadly voice.

Alina grinned and offered him a fist bump.

James smirked and bumped his knuckles against hers, sealing the deal.

"Text me your account details. I will forward your fee and of the person that helped you with placing trackers on the ghost accounts," James said, as he stood up.

"Thanks," Alina nodded, smiling and James also nodded, before walking out of the café.

He got into his car, started the engine and steered the car onto the main road, and started driving back home.