Chapter 12
At ten o'clock that morning, a heavy rainstorm battered the dense woods of Northern Virginia.
Inside a gated mansion surrounded by ten-foot security walls, Victor Vance sat in a luxurious leather study.
Marcus was zip-tied to a heavy wooden chair across from him, his face bruised from interrogation.
Victor casually poured himself a glass of scotch, his tailored navy suit pristine and unwrinkled.
"Your loyalty to my daughter is admirable, Marcus, but utterly foolish," Victor remarked smoothly.
"In two hours, forty billion dollars will be transferred into my accounts in Zurich."
Marcus spat a small smudge of blood onto the Persian rug, glaring up at the older billionaire.
"Maya is ten times the person you will ever be, Victor," Marcus growled through gritted teeth.
"She exposed Veronica in front of everyone, and she'll expose you too."
Victor laughed softly, swirling the amber liquid in his crystal glass.
"Veronica was an incompetent pawn who failed a simple retrieval task," Victor sneered dismissively.
"Maya thinks she's playing a game of chess, but I own the entire board."
Suddenly, the lights inside the mansion flickered twice before dying completely, plunging the study into darkness.
The heavy roar of emergency generators kicked in three seconds later, accompanied by loud alarm sirens.
Victor set his glass down, his brow furrowing as his private comms earpiece chimed with frantic shouting.
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"Mr. Vance! We have an perimeter breach at the front gate!" his security team leader yelled.
"A single vehicle just rammed through the iron barriers!"
