CHAPTER 8 — The Enemy No One Saw Coming
Inside the interrogation room...
Ethan pushed a thick folder across the table.
"I didn't move the money."
"I covered it up."
"But I wasn't the one who stole it."
The investigators exchanged confused looks.
Ethan opened the folder.
Every transfer...
Every offshore account...
Every shell company...
Led back to one person.
Michael Lawson.
Blackwell Technologies' trusted Chief Financial Officer.
For eighteen years...
He had stood quietly behind every success.
Invisible.
Reliable.
Untouchable.
Claire couldn't believe it.
Michael had attended her wedding.
Held baby photos of Ethan when he was younger.
Spent Christmas dinners with the family.
He wasn't just an executive.
He was practically family.
Then she remembered something.
The flash drive.
The man secretly copying company documents...
It had been Michael.
He had been planning this...
For more than a decade.
Meanwhile...
Michael boarded his private jet.
Destination:
Switzerland.
As the engines started...
His phone rang.
Unknown number.
He answered.
William Blackwell's calm voice filled the cabin.
"Running?"
Michael smiled.
"You should've stayed dead."
William answered quietly.
"No."
"You should've."
Suddenly...
The cockpit door opened.
Two federal agents stepped inside.
"Mr. Lawson..."
"Turn off the engines."
"You're under arrest."
Michael laughed.
"You think you've won?"
He reached into his briefcase.
Pulled out a remote control.
And pressed the button.
Thousands of Blackwell company servers around the world instantly went dark.
Employee records.
Bank accounts.
Patents.
Everything...
May you like
Gone.
The company had just been digitally erased.
