Chapter 52 - the digital hostage
Paige was reviewing quarterly reports in her executive penthouse when the impenetrable darkness completely swallowed the skyscraper. The backup generators failed to engage, indicating a highly coordinated external override.
The heavy titanium doors of the executive suite automatically slammed shut, locking her safely inside. The massive digital monitors on the walls flickered to life, bathing the entire room in a harsh, terrifying crimson glow.
The rival mogul appeared on the screens, a toxic, arrogant smirk plastered across his pale face. "Good evening, Paige," the oligarch mocked smoothly. "I have taken full control of this building's automated ventilation and security grids."
"Transfer the full proprietary rights of your logistics foundation to my holding company within sixty minutes," he demanded coldly, "or the oxygen scrubbers on your floor will be disabled."
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Paige didn't panic or scream. Inheriting a terrifyingly cold composure forged from years of survival, she stood perfectly still. The brilliant queen of the empire never negotiated with terrorists. She simply prepared to destroy them.
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