Chapter 15 - THE SECOND WAVE
"What is it, Marcus?" Eleanor demanded, standing up from the leather booth.
"The London trust... someone just initiated a hostile takeover of your grandfather's original patent portfolio," Marcus revealed in disbelief.
"How is that possible without my private digital key?" Eleanor asked, her breath catching in her throat.
"Someone inside your inner legal team leaked the master encryption codes forty-eight hours ago," Marcus explained frantically.
Eleanor realized in an instant that the war was far from over; Carter had merely been a puppet standing in front of a much larger syndicate.
She pulled her charcoal trench coat back on, her eyes blazing with renewed resolve and cold determination.
"Get the jet ready," Eleanor ordered, walking out of the restaurant toward her waiting vehicle. "We're flying to Zurich tonight."
Outside, rain lashed against the windshields of Manhattan traffic as media helicopters hovered above Wall Street, broadcasting the ongoing scandal.
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Carter walked aimlessly down the cold pavement of Times Square, his high-priced shoes soaked through with dirty rainwater.
He looked up at the massive digital billboard overhead, seeing Eleanor's face projected thirty feet high as the new Executive Chair of Sterling Global.
