World Domination Begins With Getting a System in a Modern World-Chapter 102: Finalised Plan With Alina

Inside the café was quiet, except for the low sound of conversation and clinking dishes that filled the background.

James and Alina sat in a booth tucked near the back, with coffee cooling between their hands.

Alina leaned in slightly, with her sharp eyes filled with curiosity and anticipation of the job’s extra details, and she’s expected to do.

"So, how do you want to do this?" She asked, after being unable to hold in her curiosity any longer.

James glanced around the café, then casually tapped the table twice with his finger.

"I want to hit them where it hurts the most," he said quietly.

"It’s the McCullens. I want to destroy the last shred of whatever public image they still have left. Their reputation. Everything they’ve built..."

"...Wait a minute," Alina said, with a smile and piqued curiosity, stopping James from continuing.

"When you say the McCullens... Are you talking about the same McCullens that was caught in a never ending wave of scandals a couple months back?" She asked, with her anticipation burning in her eyes.

"Yes," James nodded.

"Yes! Give me details." Alina said immediately, with her fist clenched in excitement.

James smiled at her reaction, as he slid a flash drive across the table to her.

"Inside’s everything you need. Documents, bank trails, cartel ties, internal emails. Enough to bury them ten times over."

The flash was made by Gregor and inside it are digital copies of all the evidence against he has gathered against the McCullens.

Alina’s fingers closed around the flash drive, as she grabbed it from the table and put it in her pocket. She understood the weight of what James just gave her and what it represents.

"Raw evidence?" she asked, her eyes filled with caution.

"Yes but cleaned. No trace back to me." James nodded.

"Smart." She smiled a little.

James leaned back into the chair, his arms folded loosely.

"I need this to blow up loud. I don’t want to end with a quiet court settlement, or a polite cover-up. I want to raise hell and I want to see scorched earth as result." He said, with a serious expression.

Alina chuckled under her breath, admiring the clarity of his hatred. She could feel just how much he hates the McCullens from his voice and she was curious to know why, but the job is more important to her.

A couple of months ago, the McCullens were drowning in scandals and legal cases. As a journalism student and an investigative reporter at that, she wanted to get to the bottom of it, but there was no trail for her to pick up from. And so, she dropped the case but now that James has brought it to her, and with evidence, she’s definitely going to do it.

"Alright. First, I prep two versions," she said, thinking aloud.

"One full leak package for the press. One compressed summary for social media and activist groups. Different formats, same message."

James nodded approvingly. "Good."

Alina continued, tapping her fingernail against her cup.

"I’ll bait the crowd first. Tease it. Cryptic tweets. Leaked blurred screenshots. Make the public hungry before we feed them."

James smiled faintly.

"And then?"

"And then we drop the nuke," Alina said, her eyes gleaming. "Coordinated leaks to small independent outlets, then bigger sharks pick up the scent. I’ll publish my exposé right after, pretending I stumbled across it like everyone else."

James smiled, as he studied her for a moment, feeling quite impressed. He knew that he didn’t choose wrong and she has proven him right. But he was also curious about something.

"You’ve done this before?" he said.

Alina smirked at his question.

"Not like this. But I always dreamed of it." She replied.

"I see..." James said, nodding his head slightly.

Alina smiled and leaned closer.

"And what about blowback?"

James’ expression hardened at her question. This was the dangerous part of the job.

"I’m sure you’re going to do it anonymously, but if they retaliate legally, you’re an independent journalist reporting in the public interest. If they retaliate violently..." he shrugged lightly. "I’ve got plans for that too."

"Bodyguards?" Alina asked, with her eyebrow raised.

James chuckled lowly. "Better."

He didn’t elaborate on what it is and Alina didn’t push.

Instead, she picked up her coffee, taking a slow sip, but eyes never left his.

"You realize," she said softly, "if this works, it won’t just destroy them."

"It’ll make me," she finished.

"Exactly. Besides, I told you that it’s a job that might kick start and push your career," James said, with a grin.

For a long moment, they sat there in silence, as the gravity of what they were about to do, settling on them.

Alina knew that it was just as James had said. It will be dangerous. Tha cartel could find her... She wasn’t worried about getting sued, but she is about the guns.

But just as they always say, the greater the risk, the better the reward. She was aware that if she can pull this off, it would be ground breaking for her career and it will give her an edge against others.

She will be graduating soon and will be thrown into the job market. She needs to start putting her CV together and this is going to help her.

Alina smiled with a clear head and extended her hand across the table, palm up.

"You have yourself a deal."

James smiled and shook her hand firmly.

"Deal.

Alina smiled and leaned back, folding her arms across her chest. Her mind was already at work, already racing ahead, formulating strategies, headlines, taglines, and how to stage the biggest digital firestorm UCLA had ever seen from one of its own.

James smiled, seeing the spark ignite in her eyes. She was already in motion, and that was exactly what he wanted — someone hungry enough to run with it without needing to be babysat.

"Give me two days," Alina said, with her voice sharp and filled with confidence.

"I’ll set the bait, prep the exposé draft, and have the leak chains ready. Once you give the green light, we nuke them."

James nodded.

"Take your time and do it right," he said. "This needs to be clean."

Alina smirked, taking out the flash drive from inside her pocket, taking good look at it and slipping it deeper into her jacket pocket, almost like it was a loaded weapon.

"As long as no one’s going to trace this back to you," she said. "When it blows up, it’ll look like a freak accident of information."

"Good. That’s the goal." James chuckled.

Alina smiled as she wrote her number on q piece of paper and gave it to James.

"Call me in two days time," she said, as she stood up.

James stood up slowly, dropped a few bills on the table for their coffee, and walked out into the daylight..

He smiled at the blue sky and walked to his car. He got in and started the engine, and drove back home.