Chapter 6 - The Counter-Strike
Genevieve was a cornered viper, and vipers strike when threatened.
She didn't surrender. As the board hesitated, she pulled her phone from her pocket and hit a speed dial. Within seconds, the building’s alarm system blared.
"You think you're so clever, Asher," she hissed, backing toward the private executive elevator. "But I knew Eleanor would try something. I planted the embezzled funds under your name, not mine. The police are downstairs right now, waiting to arrest you for corporate fraud."
She stepped into the elevator, the doors sliding shut before I could reach her.
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Panic erupted in the boardroom. The executives scrambled. I grabbed the encrypted SD card, shoved it into my pocket, and sprinted for the stairwell.
I descended forty flights of stairs as armed federal agents swarmed the lobby. I slipped out through the underground loading dock, blending in with the catering staff. I was a fugitive now, framed for the very crimes I was trying to expose. I had lost the battle, but the war wasn't over.
