Chapter 15 - The Federal Cell
The heavy, incredibly thick steel doors of the maximum-security federal penitentiary slammed violently shut behind me, completely locking me inside the oppressive, suffocating facility.
I walked aggressively down the brightly lit, sterile concrete hallway, flanked closely by two heavily armed, highly intimidating federal prison guards.
I was completely entirely stripped of my luxury designer coats and expensive jewelry, but I still carried myself with absolute, undeniable corporate power.
I stepped forcefully into the tiny, heavily reinforced visitor’s booth and sat aggressively in the uncomfortable steel chair, staring directly through the thick, bulletproof glass.
A few moments later, Mark was violently shoved into the booth on the other side of the heavy glass, heavily restrained in bright orange prison scrubs and thick steel chains.
My breath caught completely in my throat as I stared at the pathetic, incredibly hollow shell of the arrogant man who used to be my son.
He had lost a massive amount of weight, his previously perfectly styled hair was violently shaved, and a dark, heavy bruise completely covered the left side of his face.
Mark picked up the heavy black telephone receiver with violently trembling hands, looking at me with a pathetic, deeply manipulative mixture of desperate hope and sheer terror.
He immediately started aggressively sobbing, loudly begging me to completely forgive him and use my massive wealth to secure a federal pardon.
He completely blamed his horrific affair with Jessica, aggressively claiming the violent syndicate had entirely forced him to steal the corporate pension.
I completely ignored his pathetic, highly fabricated tears and spoke into the phone with a voice of absolute, terrifying ice.
I coldly informed him that I was absolutely not here to rescue him from the horrific, violent prison bed he had perfectly made for himself.
I fiercely told him that the syndicate had actively attacked his innocent children, and they were actively hunting Sarah because of his massive, highly illegal debt.
Mark’s eyes widened in absolute, sheer panic, entirely realizing that his violent past had completely followed his family.
I aggressively leaned against the thick glass and strictly demanded the absolute, completely unredacted master passwords to The Architect’s hidden Swiss servers.
Mark arrogantly hesitated, completely trying to use the vital information as a desperate, highly manipulative bargaining chip for a better prison transfer.
I fiercely slammed my hand violently against the bulletproof glass, entirely shattering his pathetic illusion of control in a single second.
I coldly promised him that if he did not give me those exact codes right this second, I would completely ensure the cartel knew exactly which cell block he was sleeping in.
Mark completely broke, weeping uncontrollably as he frantically recited a massive, incredibly complex string of alphanumeric codes and heavily encrypted IP addresses.
I quickly memorized every single vital digit, completely etching the highly illegal server access keys permanently into my mind.
I hung up the heavy black phone without saying another single word, completely turning my back on my monstrous son forever.
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As I walked aggressively out of the terrifying prison and back into the bright sunshine, I felt a massive, completely unstoppable surge of pure power.
I heavily dialed my elite corporate cyber-security team, entirely preparing to aggressively burn The Architect’s massive financial empire completely to the ground.
