Chapter 4 - The Uninvited Guests
The countdown clock was officially ticking on my entire career.
I had exactly two hours before the fabricated documents went live and destroyed my six-million-dollar empire.
I escorted Uncle Arthur into the guest wing and ordered my security team to lock down the perimeter.
Meanwhile, a fleet of luxury cars began pulling up to my grand driveway.
My hundred hand-picked guests were arriving in their stunning evening wear.
I forced a charming smile onto my face and stepped into the grand ballroom to greet them.
I shook hands with my top investors, hugged my loyal employees, and poured expensive champagne.
Every second felt like an absolute eternity as I mentally calculated the impending disaster.
I discretely pulled my chief technology officer aside and handed him my phone.
I ordered him to trace the IP address of the anonymous server that was threatening to host the leaked files.
He disappeared into my private study with his high-powered laptop.
I returned to the party, trying to maintain the illusion of the perfect Thanksgiving host.
The exquisite dinner was served, and the room was filled with joyous laughter and warm conversations.
Just as the main course was being cleared, my technology officer rushed back into the ballroom.
He was pale, sweating, and holding a printed sheet of network data.
He whispered in my ear that he had successfully traced the hostile IP address.
The data server preparing to ruin my life was registered directly to James's law firm.
Before I could process the confirmation of my brother's betrayal, a loud commotion erupted at the front entrance.
My head of security burst through the doors, looking incredibly stressed.
He announced that a large group of aggressive people were demanding entry at the main gate.
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I looked at the live security feed on his tablet and felt my blood boil.
My mother, my father, Robert, and James were standing at my gate with a swarm of paparazzi behind them.
