Chapter 52 - the digital hostage
Sophia stood in the center of her glass-walled executive server room, her crystal-blue eyes narrowing with intense, calculated focus.
She didn't panic or smash her keyboard in frustration. She had been raised by the most feared apex predator in New York, and she possessed his terrifying, unbreakable composure perfectly.
She immediately initiated a total, military-grade lockdown of the global corporate grid, severing all external connections to protect the remaining philanthropic assets. Suddenly, her primary monitor flickered to life. A distorted, synthesized voice echoed through the cold, heavily fortified room.
"Good evening, Russo heiress," the phantom hacker mocked arrogantly. "Your father's era is over. You have exactly forty-eight hours to transfer full administrative control of the global shipping ports to us."
The voice grew dangerously cold. "If you refuse, I will deploy a virus that will permanently erase every single charitable and financial record in your databases."
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The screen went completely black. The digital hostage situation was firmly established. But the corsican circle had severely, fatally underestimated the Russo bloodline. They had absolutely no idea they had just awakened a sleeping, lethal dragon.
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