Chapter 13 - The Encrypted Broadcast
The glowing screen of Clara’s smartphone cast a harsh, pale blue light across her face in the dim hospital corridor. Her thumb hovered over the encrypted link for a long, agonizing second before she tapped it.
A high-definition video stream immediately began playing on her device, streaming live from an undisclosed location. The audio was slightly muffled at first, picking up the distinct hum of computer servers and the clatter of a mechanical keyboard.
Then, a familiar voice echoed through her phone's tiny speaker.
"The tox-screen will clear within forty minutes, Viktor," Thomas’s voice stated clearly on the recording. "Once the old man is safely incapacitated in the ICU, Clara won't have the legal standing to challenge the board’s emergency proxy vote."
Clara stopped walking dead in her tracks. She stared at the screen, watching a live-action security feed of Thomas standing inside his private corporate office, speaking directly into a secure satellite phone while unlatching a briefcase filled with physical flash drives.
The person on the other end of the line—Viktor Kross—let out a raspy, satisfied chuckle through the audio feed. "Excellent work, Thomas. Once the immunotherapy patents are transferred to our Zurich servers by sunrise, Vance-Marconi will be an empty shell."
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