Chapter 3 - THE VOICE OVER THE WIRE
Jonathan turned back around, his breathing coming in ragged, shallow gasps as he stared at the bruised woman.
"You called someone... Who did you call? What did you tell them?!" he demanded, stepping aggressively toward her.
Elena didn't retreat an inch, her slow, deliberate eye movement fixing him in a freezing, unyielding stare.
"I called the director of national security compliance," Elena replied in a voice devoid of any warmth.
The speaker grille near the ceiling crackled to life with a burst of static before a deep, authoritative voice boomed out.
"This is Director Vance... perimeter lockdown confirmed, facility seals active, awaiting further orders, Ms. Vance."
Jonathan froze mid-stride, his eyes widening in horror as he recognized the high-ranking federal official's voice.
"No... that's impossible. We locked down the telecommunications grid an hour ago!" Jonathan stammered, backing away slowly.
"You locked down the public lines, Jonathan, but federal secure frequencies bypass corporate networks entirely," Elena stated smoothly.
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The tension in the luxurious private room spiked so sharply it felt like the air itself was turning to glass.
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