Chapter 6 - The Trap
"You?" Marcus scoffed, quickly trying to mask his terror with his trademark arrogance. "You expect me to believe a coffee-girl cracked a military-grade banking firewall?"
"I didn't crack it," Clara smiled, a predatory gleam in her eyes. "I just opened the door you unlocked. My father taught me how to code before I knew how to ride a bike, Marcus. You stole his algorithm, but you didn't understand it. You left backdoors in the Vance Tech mainframe because you were too lazy to rewrite the source code."
Marcus stepped closer, lowering his voice to a venomous hiss. "If you don't return that money in the next ten minutes, I will have my security drag you into an alley and break every bone in your hands."
"You don't have security anymore, Marcus," Clara replied calmly. "They walked off the job an hour ago when their payroll checks bounced."
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Marcus froze.
"The forty million was just the start," Clara said, stepping into his personal space, refusing to yield a single inch. "I didn't just drain your personal accounts. I routed a virus through your platinum card into the Vance Tech servers. Your company is currently bleeding data."
