“He doesn’t know that yet,” I muttered.

I pulled up my encrypted cellular network on the terminal.

During my years of building this empire, I had secured a private communication channel with the regional syndicate heads.

They were the men who funded Caleb’s rebellion.

They believed Caleb was taking over a clean, highly profitable operation.

They did not know Caleb had been stealing from them for years.

I reached into my inner jacket pocket and pulled out a small black flash drive.

It contained the complete financial records of Caleb’s offshore accounts.

It showed exactly how many millions he had embezzled from the syndicate’s drug and weapons routes.

I plugged the drive into the security terminal.

“What are you doing?” Nora asked, stepping closer.

“I am stripping him of his army,” I said.

Once the syndicate heads saw these files, Caleb would be a dead man walking.

They would withdraw their mercenaries within minutes.

I began uploading the files to our private network, readying the broadcast.

All I needed was to push one button, and Caleb’s entire backing would vanish.

The progress bar on the screen reached eighty percent.