Chapter 8 - THE BLACKMAIL
By the time we landed on the helipad of the Sloane Infrastructure skyscraper, dawn was breaking over the city. I bypassed security, my access codes still active, and kicked open the heavy oak doors to the CFO's corner office.
Marcus was sitting at his desk, pouring a cup of coffee. He looked up, entirely unbothered.
"Mason. Shouldn't you be at the hospital?"
"Open the vault, Marcus."
May you like
Marcus smiled, a chilling, serpentine grin. "I will. Right after you sign over your controlling shares. You see, I engineered the recent stock dip. I have buyers lined up to strip this company for parts. But I need your equity to make it legal."
He tapped a small titanium vial sitting on his desk. "This will reverse the Aconite. But time is ticking, Mason. Sign the papers, or watch the love of your life die."
