Chapter 8 - The Desperate Strike
Marcus Vance had spent his entire life taking what wasn't his. He wasn't about to surrender his empire to a waitress.
He dropped his champagne glass. It shattered on the marble floor, drawing the attention of the surrounding guests.
"Security!" Marcus yelled, pointing a shaking finger at Clara. "This woman is a corporate spy! She’s trying to extort me! Arrest her!"
Two hotel guards rushed over. Clara didn't move. She didn't look afraid. She just looked disappointed.
"I gave you a chance to do it with a shred of dignity, Marcus," Clara whispered softly.
She reached into her clutch and pulled out her smartphone. She tapped a single button on the screen.
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Immediately, the massive digital screens lining the walls of the gala—screens that were supposed to be displaying charity auction items—flickered and turned black.
Then, lines of code began to cascade down the screens in bright green text.
