Chapter 9 - The Birthday Cake
Emily screamed the word bomb at the absolute top of her lungs, ruthlessly shoving her brother violently toward the massive reinforced glass window.
David instantly understood the highly terrifying threat, quickly grabbing a heavy bronze statue from the desk and aggressively hurling it entirely through the thick glass pane.
They forcefully dove through the completely shattered window together, landing highly painfully on the exterior window-washing platform just as the explosive violently detonated.
A massive, highly destructive fireball aggressively blew out the entire wall of the office, deeply showering the busy city streets below with thousands of heavily burning debris pieces.
Emily desperately clung to the rapidly swaying metal platform, completely deafened by the massive explosion and deeply choking on the thick, highly toxic black smoke.
David fiercely wiped the thick blood from his blinded eyes, heavily coughing as he loudly stated that Arthur had deliberately set them up to die in that incredibly obvious trap.
Emily aggressively shook her head, loudly realizing that Victoria had planted that bomb to destroy his private files, which was exactly why Arthur explicitly told her to remember the cake box.
The real succession document was clearly never hidden inside the highly obvious wall safe, but cleverly concealed inside the cheap bakery box currently left in the boardroom.
They forced open a highly concealed emergency maintenance hatch, aggressively crawling back into the burning building entirely through the complex network of ventilation shafts.
They carefully navigated the incredibly narrow metal tubes, eventually dropping quietly back into the heavily smoke-filled, completely abandoned penthouse boardroom.
The room was completely trashed from the massive emergency evacuation, but the cheap cardboard cake box was still sitting miraculously untouched on the center of the table.
Emily quickly sprinted toward the box, frantically tearing it open and aggressively digging her hands directly into the messy, highly sticky chocolate frosting.
Her fingers grabbed a small, heavily encrypted flash drive completely wrapped securely in a highly protective waterproof plastic bag.
She held it up highly triumphantly, deeply knowing this drive contained the undeniable legal proof desperately needed to instantly destroy Victoria's corrupt corporate empire.
Suddenly, a cold, highly metallic gun barrel was aggressively pressed directly against the absolute center of Emily's trembling spine.
She slowly turned around, her heavy heart completely sinking as she stared directly into the heavily bruised, deeply furious face of Marcus.
The highly corrupt bakery manager was aggressively gripping a massive, deeply lethal syringe entirely filled with a terrifyingly bright green, highly toxic liquid.
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Marcus violently forced Emily to look directly toward the dark corner of the room, where a heavily restrained, semi-conscious Arthur was tightly tied to a wooden chair.
Marcus threatened with a sick, completely twisted smile that he would personally inject Mr. Bennett with a highly fatal dose of synthetic cardiac poison unless she handed over the drive.
