Chapter 8 - The Central Park Penthouse Secret
“No... that’s impossible. Those files are encrypted behind three layers of corporate firewalls,” Callum muttered in denial.
“Nothing remains encrypted when the majority shareholder exercises her constitutional right to audit,” I answered quietly.
I stepped out from behind the table, walking toward the center of the stage where the cameras could capture every word.
“You thought my silence meant ignorance, Callum,” I said, looking directly into his wide, terrified eyes.
“You thought buying me silence with a fake smile and a locked apartment door would keep me blind forever.”
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Vivian tried to slip quietly toward the side exit, but two of Grandfather’s security guards blocked her path instantly.
“Sit back down, Ms. Cross; your testimony regarding the corporate leases will be required in federal court tomorrow morning,” Julian instructed.
