Chapter 25 - The Counter-StrikeMarcus laughed, a chilling sound that echoed off the corrugated metal walls of the warehouse. "You thought you won the kingdom, Grace. But you were just consolidating the throne for me."

I didn't panic. I didn't scream or flinch. Instead, I pulled out my encrypted secure tablet, unlocked the screen with a biometric scan, and tapped a single icon labeled: Project Override.
Marcus’s laughter abruptly died in his throat.
The flashing red warning banner on his main screen suddenly turned blinding green. A rapid sequence of complex decryption algorithms began scrolling across his monitors at lightning speed.
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"What... what is this?" Marcus stammered, frantically typing on his keyboard. "You're overriding my firewall? That's impossible! This system is military-grade encryption!"
"You forgot one critical detail about my time before I inherited this estate, Marcus," I said, stepping closer to him, my voice cutting through the hum of the servers. "When you grow up bouncing between foster homes with no money, you learn how to fix things that are broken—including compromised digital architecture. Three months ago, I hired the best cybersecurity firm in the world to map every legacy terminal your father ever built."