Chapter 9 - THE HIDDEN SERVER ROOM
"Search every square inch of this apartment; look for encrypted hard drives and offshore ledger files," Detective Vance ordered.
Two marshals pried open a hidden wall panel behind a modern painting, revealing a high-end digital server rack.
"Got it, Chief... automated data backups are currently syncing with an overseas Swiss bank account," an officer called out.
Mark walked over to the server rack, watching the scrolling green code on the monitoring screen flash rapidly.
"He was transferring the final trust funds from my children's education accounts this very morning," Mark noted grimly.
Julian was hoisted to his feet by two officers, glaring at Mark with pure, unadulterated hatred in his eyes.
"You can't lock me away forever, Mark! The board will vote you out by the end of the fiscal quarter!" Julian screamed.
"The board voted unanimously to strip you of your voting shares thirty minutes ago, Julian," Mark replied smoothly.
Julian let out a defeated gasp, his knees buckling slightly as the federal agents dragged him toward the elevator.
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The penthouse grew dead silent, save for the hum of the server fans cooling down in the corner.
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