📜 CHAPTER 12: The Sisterhood's Trap
I looked at the flash drive on my desk. For the first time in a long time, cold sweat beaded on the back of my neck. If Julian was telling the truth, Doña Elena’s legacy wasn't just a shield—it was a ticking nuclear bomb.
"Fifty percent?" I asked, my voice deadly quiet. "You're asking for billions, Julian. A black sheep who has never worked a day in his life."
"I'm asking for my survival!" Julian yelled, losing his composure. "Adrian is gone. My parents are dead. I have nothing left! Sign the transfer, or we all burn together!"
Right then, my laptop screen, which was running on an independent battery, flickered to life. A video call request popped up. The caller ID read: San Juan Estate - Bianca.
I pressed accept.
Bianca’s face appeared on the screen, but she wasn't crying or panicking. She was sitting in the grand library of the ancestral home, pouring a fresh cup of tea. Behind her stood three heavily armed private security operators.
"Hello, Julian," Bianca said through the speakers, her tone terrifyingly casual. "Did you really think your 'IT team' was the only thing money could buy? The moment you stepped into the BGC building, my security grid flagged your face."
Julian spun around, looking at the screen. "It doesn't matter! I have the drive! I have the data!"
"Do you?" Bianca smiled, taking a sip of her tea. "Check the serial number on that silver drive, Julian."
Julian quickly grabbed the drive off my desk, his eyes widening as he looked at the engraving on the bottom. It wasn't his drive. It was a perfect dummy duplicate.
"When you paid off the IT team," I said, standing up from my chair and smoothing down my blazer, "you forgot that the IT director answers directly to me. He took your money, gave you a fake drive, and handed the real one to Bianca's couriers an hour ago."
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Julian staggered back, his face turning a sickly shade of gray. "No... no, you couldn't have known..."
"We knew the moment Adrian went down that you would try to scrounge for scraps, Julian," I said, walking around the desk. "You and your brother always underestimated us because we were women. You thought we only reacted to the moves you made. But we own the board."
