Chapter 17
Clara did not flinch, her breathing remaining perfectly steady as she leaned back in her ergonomic executive leather chair.
"If you wanted a quiet game, you shouldn't have let your operatives abuse a Sterling," Clara replied, her voice ice-cold and razor-sharp.
"We are coming for every single one of you, starting with whoever authorized the Swiss wire transfers."
The caller let out a low, unsettling laugh before the line went dead with a sharp electronic beep.
Clara stared at the dead screen for a fraction of a second before unlocking her laptop to initiate a Level-Five trace on the signal.
Within twenty seconds, her private encryption software pinpointed the exact physical origin of the satellite call: Zurich, Switzerland.
She tapped a quick command on her keyboard, routing the geographical coordinates directly to her father's tactical defense unit.
"Checkmate," Clara whispered to the empty office, a fierce, victorious smile touching her lips.
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She stood up gracefully, walking toward the massive floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the glowing skyline of New York City.
The American flag positioned proudly in the corner of her office reflected in the glass, symbolizing justice enforced by unyielding power.
