Chapter 14: The Final Reckoning
The cold barrel of the suppressed pistol caught the blue glow of the mainframe servers, glinting with a lethal, metallic sheen as Marcus stepped fully into the subterranean vault. He didn't look like a man facing federal indictment; his dark grey suit was immaculate, his burgundy tie still pinned with the pristine white rose boutonniere from a wedding that now felt like it had happened in another lifetime.
Miller dropped his lockpick set, his hands hovering defensively in the air, while Julian instinctively stepped in front of Elena, raising the iron fire poker like a makeshift shield.
“Drop the poker, Julian,” Marcus said, his voice terrifyingly calm, devoid of all theatricality or charm. “You’ve been playing detective for three months, but you forgot the golden rule of corporate finance: the house always owns the table.”
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Elena pushed past Julian, stepping out into the open space between the servers, her eyes locked onto her husband with a cold, unyielding fury that outmatched his own. “The game is over, Mar
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