Chapter 10 - CHECKMATE
Inside the reinforced steel of the panic room, I watched the security feeds with a sickening dread. Ricardo and his men were holding the grand foyer, but Vale’s mercenaries were overwhelming them.
I couldn't just sit there. I logged into the terminal connected to the estate's external servers. Vale was a businessman first. He cared about money above all else. Using the access codes I had stolen the night before, I bypassed Vale’s corporate firewalls.
I picked up the secure comm line linked to the foyer's intercom.
"Dominic Vale!" my voice boomed through the speakers across the warzone, halting the gunfire. "This is Clara Bennett. I am currently logged into your Cayman offshore accounts. If you don't call your men off in exactly ten seconds, I am transferring all eighty million dollars to an anonymous charity for pediatric cancer."
On the camera, I saw Vale freeze, his face paling.
"Ten," I started counting. "Nine. Eight."
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"Stop!" Vale screamed. "Hold your fire! Everyone stand down!"
Ricardo stepped out from behind a marble pillar, his gun trained on Vale's head. "It's over, Dominic. Leave the city, or she hits send. And if you ever come near my family again, I won't use a keyboard to ruin you."
