Chapter 4 - Escaping The Grasp Of The Desperate Corporate Heir
I raced down the secondary service stairs, my sneakers hitting the concrete floor of the ground-level mudroom. My heart pounded against my ribs, but my mind remained hyper-focused on the digital evidence secured in my pocket.
Julian’s heavy footsteps thudded overhead as he rushed toward the rear courtyard exit. I ducked behind a tall mahogany storage cabinet just as the side door slammed open against the wall.
"Check the perimeter! She couldn't have made it past the security gates yet!" Julian shouted into his encrypted phone. I held my breath, listening to the crunch of gravel as his footsteps faded toward the pool house.
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Pulling out my phone, I verified that the backup file had finished downloading to my secure cloud storage. Federal investigators and investigative journalists in Manhattan had already received automated copies with full location metadata.
There was no turning back now; the Vance family empire was built on quicksand, and the tide was coming in. I slipped quietly out the basement service hatch toward the dark tree line bordering the estate.
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