CHAPTER 9
"Dr. Marcus Vance," Kirsten said quietly, recognizing the voice of the hospital's former Vice Chairman of Surgery—and Richard’s long-time golfing partner.
"You took my seat at the head of the pediatric department, Kirsten," Marcus chuckled darkly, the sound carrying through the clear connection. "And Richard provided the exact blueprints to make sure you'd be wearing federal handcuffs before the sun sets today."
"Marcus, you tampered with a seven-year-old child's medication chart!" Kirsten said, her voice dropping into a cold, dangerous whisper that vibrated with intense anger. "You risked a little boy's life just to score a petty revenge plot!"
"A minor casualty in a much larger war, my dear," Marcus dismissed coldly. "By four o'clock this afternoon, the board of directors will hold an emergency vote to strip your medical license permanently, and the federal prosecutor will issue a formal indictment."
"You forgot one critical detail, Marcus," Kirsten replied, her fear instantly transforming into pure, unyielding resolve.
"And what is that?" he scoffed.
"You forgot that I spent the last three years recording every single digital transaction that passed through the St. Jude pediatric network," Kirsten stated smoothly, a faint, confident smile playing at the corners of her lips. "I built the security protocol that you tried to breach last night, and I installed a phantom mirror drive on the main server four months ago."
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The line went completely silent for five terrifying seconds as Marcus’s confident demeanor shattered into pieces.
"Every keystroke, every IP address, every forged digital signature you used at two-thirty this morning was saved directly to a private federal server managed by the United States Marshals," Kirsten continued, stepping toward the door of Kenneth’s office. "Kenneth isn't just my defense attorney, Marcus... he’s the Special Counsel for the Regional Federal Fraud Task Force."
