Chapter 4 - The Betrayal
Harper dropped the whiskey glass, letting it shatter on the marble floor.
"My manager?" she gasped, trying to process the betrayal.
"Every late-night project he gave you was a cover to launder Declan's money," Victor explained.
He walked to a safe hidden behind a painting and began loading spare magazines.
"I need my hard drive from the office," Harper insisted, stepping forward.
"It has the original files, the proof that I was manipulated."
"Absolutely not," Victor refused without looking at her.
"If I don't get it, Declan will frame me for the fraud, and I'll go to federal prison."
Victor looked into her desperate, determined eyes and finally nodded.
They moved quickly, taking a heavily armored SUV back to the agency.
The fourteenth floor was empty and eerily silent as Harper booted up her computer.
She copied the encrypted files onto a flash drive, her hands shaking.
Suddenly, red and blue lights illuminated the office windows.
Police sirens wailed, surrounding the entire building from the street below.
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Arthur's voice crackled through Victor's earpiece.
"Boss, it's a trap, the cops are dirty, and they have shoot-to-kill orders."
