Chapter 8 - The Fallen King
The grand oak doors of the ballroom slammed open.
Richard Vance rushed into the hall, his designer tuxedo disheveled, his tie loosened, and sweat pouring down his pale forehead. Two federal marshals in dark suits followed closely behind him.
“Victoria! Shut up! Don’t say another word!” Richard screamed across the room, his voice filled with sheer panic.
“Dad!” Victoria ran toward him. “Do something! She’s taking everything!”
Richard didn’t even look at his daughter. He stopped in his tracks as his eyes fell upon Maya standing tall on her sleek carbon-fiber legs. His face drained of all color. It was as if he were staring at a ghost.
“Maya...” Richard whispered, his voice cracking. “You... you’re alive? You can stand?”
“I stand on the technology you tried to kill me for, Richard,” Maya said, her voice dropping into a razor-sharp whisper that carried across the silent room. “You took my legs, my laboratory, and my reputation. But you forgot one simple rule in engineering.”
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Richard took a step back, his hands shaking as the federal marshals stepped up beside him. “What rule?” he whimpered.
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