Chapter 32 - the digital hostage
Anna, Arthur, and Emma were standing in the top-floor executive penthouse when the impenetrable darkness completely swallowed the skyscraper. The backup generators failed to engage, indicating a highly coordinated, deadly external override.
The heavy titanium doors of the executive suite automatically slammed shut, locking the family inside. The massive digital monitors on the walls flickered to life, bathing the room in a harsh, terrifying crimson glow.
Silas appeared on the screens, a toxic, arrogant smirk plastered across his pale face. "Good evening, Sterling family," the oligarch mocked smoothly. "I have taken full control of this building's automated ventilation and security grids."
"Transfer the full proprietary rights of the smart-city project to my holding company within sixty minutes," Silas demanded coldly, "or the oxygen scrubbers on your floor will be permanently disabled."
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Anna didn't panic or scream. Inheriting her husband's terrifyingly cold composure, she stood perfectly still. The queen of Chicago never negotiated with terrorists. She simply prepared to utterly destroy them.
👉 read part 33 to see the trap snap shut.
