Chapter 10 - The Trap is Sprung and the Midnight Attack
The rain poured down in sheets over the Manhattan skyline, turning the asphalt into a slick, shimmering mirror reflecting the neon signs of the city.
Inside the fifty-fifth-floor penthouse, the storm raged outside while a tense, suffocating quiet hung over the obsidian-floored living room.
Clara sat at the sleek marble desk, furiously analyzing the encrypted financial ledgers she had downloaded from the mainframe, cross-referencing the offshore accounts with the names of the board members who had voted with Marcus.
Viktor stood by the bar, pouring a glass of bourbon, his eyes occasionally drifting over to her with a protective, possessive intensity.
Suddenly, the secure terminal on Clara’s desk flashed a blinding crimson alert.
Warning: Primary power grid failure. Auxiliary security protocols initiated.
The entire penthouse plunged into absolute darkness as the overhead recessed LED lights flickered and died.
Only the harsh, flashing emergency red glow of the perimeter sensors illuminated the room.
"Viktor," Clara called out sharply, standing up from her chair as the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.
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Before Viktor could respond, the reinforced glass windows of the penthouse shattered inward with a deafening explosion.
Tear gas canisters rolled across the black marble floor, hissing violently and emitting thick, blinding white smoke.
