Chapter 2 - The Digital Vault

Two hours later, Claire sat in the back of a rented Ford Explorer driven by Marcus Vance, senior partner at Vance & Sterling Forensic Accounting. Marcus looked like a man who slept in suits—rumpled, sharp-eyed, and entirely unimpressed by natural disasters.
"Your laptop survived?" Marcus asked, keeping his eyes on the winding mountain pass.
Claire tapped a heavy-duty Pelican case resting on her lap. "Waterproof, crushproof seal. It was in the hotel safe deposit box behind the seismic anchor walls. The vault didn't shift an inch."
Marcus let out a dry, appreciative whistle. "You engineered that foundation block back in twenty-twenty-two, didn't you? Divine intervention that you knew where the structural load-bearing nodes were."
"It wasn't divine intervention, Marcus. It was physics," Claire said quietly, turning her phone over in her palm. The screen flashed again. Another text from Daniel: Claire, please. Let's talk before you do something rash. Vanessa was hysterical. You know how delicate her nerves are.
Claire’s thumb hovered over the screen, then tapped out a single reply:
Meet me at the Skyview Terrace cafe in forty minutes. Bring your corporate checkbook.
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"Are you ready for this?" Marcus glanced sideways at her. "Once you drop this file into the SEC portal and notify the board of Apex Holdings, there’s no turning back. Daniel’s career will crater faster than that hotel wing."
"He didn't look back when he left me under four tons of concrete, Marcus," Claire said, her voice devoid of inflection. "I’m just returning the favor."