Chapter 20
The midnight wind howled outside the Oval Office windows as Clara's private phone lit up with an encrypted video call.
She answered the line, her heart pounding against her ribs as the screen resolved into a crisp, high-definition image.
A powerful, elegant woman with dark hair and striking grey eyes sat in a high-backed chair in a penthouse overlooking Geneva.
Wearing an emerald green ring identical to the one Clara's father wore, the woman looked directly into the camera with an enigmatic smile.
"Hello, Clara... it's time you learned why you were really left on that porch twenty-five years ago," the woman spoke smoothly.
Before Clara could utter a single word, a red warning alert flashed across her screen, locking down her entire computer network.
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A high-priority text message instantly appeared on her private terminal in bold, glowing red text that made her breath catch.
"Your father's presidency was built on a lie, and the real master of the Vance family is coming home."
