Chapter 4 - The Brother's Panic
Miles away, in the gleaming, ultra-modern penthouse boardroom of the corporate headquarters, Marcus was completely losing his mind.
Marcus was a thirty-something man wearing a sharp designer suit, his face perfectly contoured but currently twisted into a mask of pure, unadulterated panic. He was surrounded by a team of highly paid, ruthless corporate lawyers.
"What do you mean you can't authorize the transfer?!" Marcus shrieked, aggressively slamming his hands down on the mahogany boardroom table.
"The system requires Alex's master override drive," the lead lawyer stated coldly. "We cannot legally transfer the CEO title or access the offshore accounts without it. Where is the drive, Marcus?"
Marcus stopped breathing. The air in his lungs violently turned to absolute ice.
He had dumped Alex in the snow to die, assuming the drive was in the briefcase in the trunk. But the briefcase had been completely empty.
If Alex survived the night and made it to the authorities with that drive, Marcus wasn't just going to lose the company. He was going to face life in a maximum-security federal prison for attempted murder and massive corporate fraud.
Marcus violently pulled his smartphone from his pocket. He didn't call the police.
He dialed the ruthless, highly trained head of his private corporate security team.
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"Track his smartwatch GPS," Marcus commanded lethally, entirely devoid of human empathy for his older brother. "Find out exactly where I dumped him on the highway. I need that drive. And I don't care if you have to burn down whatever building he's hiding in."
👉 What terrifying threat is about to descend on the quiet diner?
