Chapter 7 - The Penthouse InfiltrationMidnight struck once more across Chicago. High above the glittering skyline, the penthouse suite of the Kane Global Tower stood as a monument to corporate greed and ruthless ambition.
Using Miller’s severed thumb and optical retinal scan codes provided under extreme duress, Adrian, Daniel, and a four-man tactical extraction unit bypassed the building’s quantum encryption grid without firing a single shot.
They stepped out of the private elevator directly into the lavish, minimalist penthouse office.
Waiting for them in the center of the dark room, sitting comfortably behind a massive glass desk with a glass of scotch in his hand, was Victor Kane.
And standing beside him, leaning against the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the lake, was a striking woman with silver-streaked dark hair and cold, familiar green eyes.
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Elena Moretti.
"Hello, little brother," Elena said softly, turning her head to look at him, her voice dripping with decades of bitterness. "You always did have a flair for dramatic midnight entrances."
