I climbed up, my heels slipping slightly.

I found the port labeled *B-12*.

I plugged the blue cable in.

The orange light above the port began to flicker rapidly.

“Come on,” I whispered.

On my laptop screen, lines of green code began to scroll down the black terminal window.

The connection was established.

I checked the digital feed on my phone.

I had cloned Marcus’s calendar earlier.

The emergency board meeting was scheduled for exactly 10:00 AM.

It was now 9:48 AM.

Through the internal glass window of the server room, I could see the reflection of the hallway.

Then, I heard voices outside the door.

They were muffled by the hum of the servers, but I recognized the sharp, clear tone.

Victoria Crane.

“I want this wrapped up before the markets close in London,” Victoria said.

Her voice was thin, like paper.

“Marcus, are you sure the police will keep Vale contained?”

“He’s not going anywhere,” Marcus replied.

His voice was closer to the door now.

“Vance has enough physical evidence to hold him for forty-eight hours.”

“And the secretary?” Victoria asked.