The Fallen Billionaire and the Quiet Secretary Who Reclaimed His Empire
To him, I was a minor detail to be cleaned up later.
I held the card in my hand, feeling the smooth plastic edges.
The thirty-fourth floor was high-security, requiring biometric authorization for anyone on the executive team.
But the service elevators and the maintenance corridors were different.
The cleaning staff and the IT night crews used different access points.
As an assistant, I had spent months coordinating schedule upgrades for those very systems.
I knew the blind spots in the security cameras.
I knew that at eight in the morning, the shift change for the security desk created a four-minute window of distraction.
I returned to my laptop and pulled up a digital layout of Vale Tower that I had saved months ago.
The server room sat directly behind the main boardroom where the emergency merger meeting would take place.
If I could get inside before the meeting started, I could connect the drive directly to the terminal.
The data would automatically upload to every monitor in the boardroom, exposing the fraudulent transactions Marcus had authorized.
It would also show the fake accounts he used to frame Alexander.