Chapter 6 - The Traitor Begins to Sweat Under Pressure
Marcus took half a step backward, his boots clicking sharply against the polished hardwood floor of the study.
“You’re letting a toddler’s nonsense cloud your judgment after a decade of dedicated service, boss,” Marcus argued coldly.
“Is it nonsense, Marcus? Because my security logs from the night of the crash show something very interesting,” Adrian said.
“What logs?” Marcus asked, his voice tightening despite his best efforts to keep his professional veneer intact.
“The encrypted mainframe logs that record who altered the vehicle’s primary GPS routing module before we left the house,” Adrian revealed.
The color drained entirely from Marcus’s face, leaving him looking like a corpse under the amber library lamps.
“You... you didn't have access to those archives. I personally wiped the server core that very night,” Marcus blurted out.
The confession hung in the heavy air of the study like a loaded gun waiting for someone to pull the trigger.
Adrian stared at him with pure, unadulterated devastation, realizing that his most trusted friend had murdered his family.
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“You sold us out to Volkov,” Adrian whispered, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the armrests of his chair.
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