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Chapter 2 - The Silent Witness

Deep in the corporate penthouse of Moreau Global in Monaco, a bank of high-definition monitors hummed in absolute silence. Chief Security Officer Julian Vance stared at Screen 4 with bloodshot eyes. The feed was encrypted, routed through a secure, off-site satellite channel that only Elias Moreau knew about.

Julian watched in slow-motion horror as the anchor pulled Elias into the Mediterranean. But Julian did not panic. For three months, Elias had suspected Selene and Marco’s clandestine affair and corporate sabotage scheme. Anticipating betrayal, Elias had secretly installed the ultra-discreet lens above the cabin door and instructed Julian to maintain a 24/7 live recording protocol with an automated dead-man's switch.

“You played your hand too early, Selene,” Julian muttered, his fingers flying across the console.

With a few keystrokes, the raw video file—complete audio, GPS coordinates, timestamp, and biometric telemetry from Elias’s smart ring—was duplicated and dispatched simultaneously to the International Maritime Police, three federal prosecutors, and a syndicate of loyal board members.

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Julian zoomed in on Dario’s face behind the dark sunglasses. He noticed something peculiar: Dario’s hand, though heavy on Elias’s shoulder, had slipped a waterproof titanium utility blade into Elias's rear pocket just before the push.

Julian leaned back, a grim smile forming. Elias Moreau was a man who built empires from dust; he wasn't going to let the ocean keep him without a fight.

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