Chapter 8 - The Vanishing Millions
I yanked my phone out, my heart dropping straight into my stomach as I opened my primary business banking app.
A bright red warning notification flashed across the screen: TRANSFER COMPLETED — $4,850,000 SENT TO VANCE GLOBAL ASSETS LLC.
"No..." Marcus gasped, leaning over my shoulder to read the glowing screen. "Daniel... your entire liquid portfolio is gone!"
Rebecca threw her head back and laughed hysterically, a wild, unhinged sound that filled the elegant hallway.
"It was never about the wedding, you blind fool!" Rebecca sneered as the officers dragged her toward the exit doors.
"The marriage was just the cover story to get me close enough to clone your master security key!"
"My mother is already at Austin-Bergstrom Airport boarding a private charter flight to Zurich!"
"You lost everything, Daniel! Your money, your estate, and your precious family legacy!"
"Take her out," Detective Miller ordered sternly, shoving her through the double glass doors out into the rain.
I stood in the hallway of the wedding venue, holding my grandson while surrounded by white roses and confused guests.
Five million dollars—the work of forty years of my life—had vanished in a matter of seconds.
"Daniel, what are we going to do?" Marcus asked frantically, wiping sweat from his forehead. "Should we call the FBI?"
"Not yet," I replied, pulling the black USB drive back out from my sock.
"Rebecca forgot one very important thing."
"What's that?" Marcus asked.
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"She thought Emily was working alone," I said, a cold, dangerous smile creeping onto my face.
"She has no idea that Emily’s husband is a senior cyber-intelligence director for the Department of Homeland Security."
