Chapter 17
"Cole was merely a mid-level caretaker managing the domestic accounts while our true board operated from the shadows," the anonymous voice continued smoothly.
"You exposed a corrupt bureaucrat, Vincent, but you haven't even scratched the surface of the global syndicate."
Vincent gripped the phone so tightly his knuckles turned stark white against the dark plastic casing.
"If you think you can hide behind foreign servers forever, you're making the exact same mistake Cole made," Vincent warned coldly.
A low, mocking chuckle echoed from the other end of the line before the caller answered with chilling calm.
"We don't hide behind servers, Mr. Vance... we write the defense budgets that fund the very government protecting you."
"Enjoy your peaceful suburban mornings while they last."
"Because the real audit of your family's legacy is scheduled to begin at midnight."
The line went dead with a sharp, robotic click, leaving Vincent standing alone under the bright morning sun.
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He lowered the phone slowly, his dark eyes narrowing into dangerous slits as he looked out toward the horizon.
The war against the deep state wasn't over; it had simply moved to a much more dangerous battlefield.
