Chapter 14 - The Twenty Second Floor Reversal
Arthur Vance frowned, stepping out of the office doorway. “What are you talking about, Damian?”
Damian held up the paper, pointing his finger to the digital IP stamp on the bottom margin of the fake ledger.
“This server stamp doesn't come from my office, nor does it come from Miss Ashby’s computer,” Damian explained coldly.
“This specific routing key belongs to your nephew’s workstation on the nineteenth floor.”
“The same nephew who lost two million dollars in illegal offshore options trading last month.”
Arthur Vance’s face drained of color so fast he looked like he was about to suffer a stroke on the carpet.
Damian stepped closer to the older man, his massive frame towering over the board chairman with absolute, lethal authority.
“You tried to frame my senior strategist to cover up your nephew’s embezzlement,” Damian whispered, every word sharp as a razor.
“And you did it in my building, in front of my staff.”
Damian turned his head slightly, looking at the two federal auditors standing in the corner.
“Gentlemen,” Damian commanded flatly. “Arrest Mr. Vance and secure the nineteenth floor servers immediately.”
The two auditors, realizing they had been brought in under false pretenses, immediately stepped forward and escorted Arthur Vance toward the elevator.
The entire twenty-second floor was completely silent as the elevator doors closed, taking the disgraced chairman away forever.
Damian turned back to Ren, who was standing beside her desk, her hands shaking slightly from the sudden release of tension.
He walked right up to her in front of the entire office, taking her face tenderly between his broad hands.
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“Nobody touches you in my house, Ren,” Damian swore softly, kissing her forehead gently before everyone.
“Nobody.”
