Chapter 8 - The Breach
They reached the revolving glass doors at the front entrance. Julian smashed the emergency manual release, pushing the heavy glass open.
They burst out into the freezing city air, sprinting down the financial district's wet pavement. Sirens wailed in the distance. Silas Thorne’s men poured out of the building behind them.
"Where do we go?!" Elara screamed over the noise of the traffic.
"The media!" Julian yelled. "If we go to the police, Silas will buy them off! We need to broadcast it live!"
They ducked into an underground subway station, losing their pursuers in the massive, rushing crowd of morning commuters.
They took the train to Times Square. Julian led Elara into the towering headquarters of the Global News Network. Using his remaining contacts and sheer force of will, Julian bypassed the front desk and barged into the executive producer's office.
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"I am Julian Valerius," he told the stunned producer, slamming the flash drive onto the desk. "I have absolute proof of international corporate fraud and murder-for-hire orchestrated by Marcus Valerius and Silas Thorne. Put me on live television right now, or I give the Pulitzer to your rival network."
Five minutes later, Julian and Elara were sitting under the glaring studio lights, broadcasting live to twenty million viewers worldwide.
