Chapter 8 - The Hidden Vault
The heavy, highly synchronized click of multiple firearms being cocked echoed terrifyingly through the massive, utterly silent penthouse boardroom.
Emily slowly raised her hands in complete, highly reluctant surrender, her mind frantically racing as she mentally mapped the layout of the highly hostile room.
Suddenly, a brilliant, completely blinding flash of white light exploded violently through the massive glass windows, temporarily blinding every single person inside the room.
David swung violently through the completely shattered glass on a highly specialized repelling rope, aggressively kicking the nearest armed guard squarely in the heavy tactical chest.
He threw a highly illegal military smoke grenade directly onto the pristine carpet, instantly filling the entire room with a thick, deeply suffocating gray cloud.
David grabbed his sister's arm and ruthlessly yanked her toward the private executive stairwell, aggressively screaming at her to start moving right now.
They sprinted frantically down the concrete steps, violently shoving past highly confused corporate employees as the blaring building alarm systems loudly engaged.
Emily quickly showed David the small metallic key that Arthur had desperately pressed into her hand right before losing consciousness in the boardroom.
Emily explained rapidly that Arthur told her to look at the cake box, but he had also provided this specific key for his heavily fortified private vault.
David rapidly navigated them completely through the complex maze of corporate corridors, eventually arriving at Arthur's highly restricted personal executive office suite.
They securely locked the heavy oak doors closely behind them, aggressively barricading the entrance with heavy metal filing cabinets just as security began violently pounding on the wood.
Emily quickly spotted the hidden wall safe cleverly disguised behind a massive, highly valuable oil painting of the original bakery where Arthur started his entire empire.
She frantically inserted the highly unique metallic key, her hands violently shaking as the heavy steel door loudly clicked and slowly swung outward into the room.
She fully expected to find physical stock certificates, brilliant succession documents, or absolute legal proof of Victoria's massive, multi-billion-dollar embezzlement scheme.
Instead, she stared directly into an entirely empty, dark steel box that contained absolutely nothing of any financial, personal, or legal value.
David yelled in sheer frustration that they had foolishly risked their lives for an empty box and were now completely trapped inside the room like helpless rats.
Emily entirely refused to accept defeat, desperately running her hands along the cold interior of the steel safe in frantic search of a hidden, highly secretive compartment.
Her fingers heavily brushed against a small, magnetic digital timer securely attached to the very back of the dark metallic wall.
She forcefully pulled the device out directly into the light, her blood instantly running ice cold as she stared at the rapidly glowing red numbers.
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The digital display was rapidly counting down from exactly ten seconds, aggressively emitting a high-pitched, highly terrifying beep with every passing moment.
It was clearly not a hidden compartment or a secret legal document, but a highly explosive military-grade incendiary bomb explicitly designed to completely destroy the entire room.
