Chapter 43 - the impossible ultimatum
the live video feed illuminated the dark executive office with a harsh, terrifying glow. marcus stared through the camera, his voice raspy and dripping with absolute venom. "you look exactly like your pathetic mother, emma," the bitter old man sneered, raising the explosive detonator for her to clearly see. "i lost forty years of my life because of her. now, you have exactly one hour to sign over every single proprietary asset, patent, and offshore account of the sterling conglomerate to me, or this hospital turns to ash." emma did not panic, and she certainly did not weep. inheriting the terrifyingly cold, calculating composure of her father arthur, she stood perfectly still, her face a mask of unyielding stone. the queen of chicago never negotiated with terrorists, especially not the monster who had tortured her mother. emma muted the microphone and immediately turned to her elite tactical director. "he is operating on a localized radio frequency to control those detonators," emma analyzed flawlessly, her brilliant mind working at blinding speed. "isolate his exact signal. we are going to sever his connection entirely."
👉 read part 44 to see emma's brilliant counter-strategy.
