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Chapter 7 - The Final Thesis

"You think this is a negotiation," Olga whispered coldly, completely dominating the massive marble lobby.

She looked at her sweating father, her weeping mother, and her terrified, pathetic younger brother. They were entirely stripped of their fake wealth and their arrogant pride, exposed as nothing but toxic, greedy parasites.

"You think this navy binder is my only copy," Olga continued, her deep voice carrying the crushing weight of a true titan.

Jack physically stopped breathing. The warm lobby lighting suddenly felt incredibly freezing.

"What did you do?" Jack asked, his voice cracking into a terrifying, high-pitched squeak.

"My master's thesis had to be reviewed by a panel of external auditors to receive my final grade," Olga explained smoothly, a chilling, victorious smirk finally touching her lips. "I specifically requested that my grading panel include two senior directors from the Federal Bureau of Investigation's financial crimes division."

Blake’s knees literally buckled. The tailored gray suit completely wrinkled as he physically collapsed against the marble wall, sliding down to the floor in absolute, unadulterated terror.

"You gave this to the FBI?!" Abigail shrieked hysterically, completely losing her mind.

"I gave it to them three days ago," Olga replied flawlessly. "The binder I'm holding right now is just a prop. I carried it across the stage today for one reason, and one reason only."

Jack stared at his daughter, profound terror actively destroying his mind.

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"I carried it," Olga whispered coldly, "so I could watch your arrogant faces when the clock finally ran out."

👉 The storm of karma finally arrived, announced by the deafening wail of federal sirens.

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