Chapter 14 - Preparing For The International War
I folded the parchment letter slowly, sliding it back into its envelope before walking over to my father’s private home office.
I laid the letter down on his mahogany desk where he was reviewing our quarterly audit reports from the Pacific shipping lanes.
My father read the note twice, his dark eyes narrowing into dangerous slits as a cold, calculating smile spread across his face.
“They think playing international chess with us will yield a different result than Richard’s amateur hour,” my father murmured quietly.
“What are our options, Dad?” I asked, leaning against the edge of the desk with unwavering resolve.
“We don't wait for their deadline next Friday, Ava,” my father answered, standing up and buttoning his suit jacket.
“We charter a private flight to London tonight, walk into the Bank of England ourselves, and check what’s inside Vault 7.”
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“And if the charter is real?” I pressed further, knowing the high stakes involved in cross-border financial warfare.
“Then we rewrite the rules of international banking before they even realize we’ve landed on British soil,” my father stated coldly.
