Chapter 16 - THE INTRUDER IN THE PENTHOUSE
A low, mechanical hum echoed from the private elevator shaft as the heavy steel doors slid open.
Victoria pulled a small, sleek titanium pistol from the secret desk compartment, holding it with steady hands.
Arthur stepped in front of her, unholstering his own firearm with disciplined, military precision.
Footsteps echoed softly across the hallway rug—heavy, deliberate, and entirely unafraid.
"Whoever you are, you've walked into a federal trap," Arthur called out into the dark hallway.
A low, raspy chuckle echoed from the shadows near the boardroom entrance.
"Federal traps are built by men who forgot who truly funds this country, Arthur," a distorted voice replied.
A tall figure stepped into the dim red emergency light, wearing a dark trench coat and a silver mask.
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Victoria's breath caught in her throat as she recognized the distinctive silver chain necklace hanging outside the man's collar.
It wasn't Braden. It was someone far more dangerous.
