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The rain didn't stop; it just grew heavier, turning the neon-drenched Chicago streets into smeared ribbons of amber and red. Andrew Whitman stood outside the towering glass-and-steel monolith bearing his own initials, A.W. Technologies. Passersby rushed past under black umbrellas, blind to the trillion-dollar titan standing in the cold with an eight-year-old runaway clutching his trench coat. / Chapter 4 / 9

Chapter 4 - The Boardroom AmbushAndrew didn't blink. He leaned down slightly, staring straight into Sterling's cold, calculating eyes.

"You think this is about corporate shares, Victor?" Andrew whispered, the sound carrying a chill colder than the wind off Lake Michigan. "You walked onto my property, threatened a child under my roof, and admitted to trafficking. Your legal team won't save you this time. Because by the time you get back to your office, your accounts won't just be frozen—they'll be gone."

Sterling’s smile vanished completely. "You're bluffing."

"Try me," Andrew said, stepping forward.

Sterling backed up a half-step, glaring with pure hatred. "You're signing your own death warrant, Whitman. The board meeting is in two hours. Let’s see how smug you feel when your major investors vote to strip you of your CEO title for harboring a fugitive."

With a flick of his wrist, Sterling turned on his heel, signaled his men, and swept back to his Maybach. The convoy tore down the driveway, throwing up showers of dirty snow.

Andrew closed the heavy doors and exhaled a slow, controlled breath. He pulled out his phone. "Marcus. Bring forward the emergency shareholder vote. Move it up to right now. And initiate Protocol Omega."

"Protocol Omega, sir?" Marcus’s voice cracked with surprise. "That will liquidate our public holdings and trigger a hostile counter-takeover of Sterling Capital."

"Do it," Andrew commanded. "Leave him completely naked."

Forty-five minutes later, Andrew walked into the ultra-modern glass boardroom on the 80th floor of Whitman Industries. The room was packed. Major board members, venture capitalists, and financial journalists sat in tense anticipation. At the head of the table sat Victor Sterling, smugly sipping black coffee, having already rallied several corrupt board members to his side.

"Ah, Andrew," Sterling announced loudly as the glass doors slid open. "Right on time for your own execution. We were just discussing your unstable mental state and your bizarre impulse to harbor runaways."

Andrew walked down the length of the polished walnut table, ignoring the whispers of the board members. He took his seat directly opposite Sterling, his expression completely serene.

"Save your breath, Victor," Andrew said, placing his tablet flat on the table. "Before you call for a vote to strip my executive powers, I have a special presentation for everyone here."

"We aren't interested in your distractions, Whitman," shouted Harold Vance, a senior board member deeply in Sterling's pocket. "We move to vote immediately!"

"I wouldn't do that, Harold," Andrew replied, pressing a single button on his tablet.

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Behind the main podium, the massive floor-to-ceiling projection screen flickered to life. Instead of quarterly revenue charts, a live financial feed filled the room—followed by a cascade of audio recordings, bank routing numbers, and encrypted legal documents.

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