Chapter 8 - Confrontation in the Vault
Harold stepped out of the vehicle, standing tall and unimpressed despite his fragile physical frame.
"You shouldn't be in this private bay, Victor," Harold said calmly, his hands resting on his silver-topped cane.
"Your security clearance was revoked by the board's ethics committee two hours ago."
Victor laughed bitterly, taking a step forward while his heavy guards adjusted their coats, revealing holstered sidearms.
"The ethics committee no longer exists, Uncle," Victor sneered, pulling a thick stack of signed legal papers from his coat.
"While you were playing Savior of the Working Class in Chicago, I secured seventy percent of the proxy votes."
"The emergency board meeting was moved up to midnight. You are officially ousted as CEO of Grant Enterprises."
Ethan stepped up beside Harold, his heart hammering in his chest, but his protective instincts kicking into high gear.
"He built this company from nothing!" Ethan shouted at Victor. "You're just a thief stealing his hard work!"
Victor glanced at Ethan with supreme disdain, as if looking at an insect squished against his expensive leather shoe.
"Shut your mouth, janitor, before I have my men throw you off the Manhattan Bridge," Victor snapped coldly.
"Victor, you sold our radar software to the Solokov syndicate in Geneva, didn't you?" Harold asked quietly.
Victor's arrogant smile vanished instantly, replaced by a sudden, dangerous flash of pure rage in his eyes.
"How do you know about Geneva?" Victor whispered, taking a quick, cautious step back toward the open elevator.
"Because I built the backdoor access into that software thirty years ago, Victor," Harold revealed with a subtle smirk.
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"Every piece of data you transferred to Geneva was routed directly to the Department of Justice ten minutes ago."
Sirens suddenly began wailing from the street above, their red and blue lights flashing wildly through the garage grates.
