On my laptop, the progress bar hit ninety-five percent.

The files were fully loaded.

The money laundering ledgers, the real IP addresses pointing to Marcus’s private server in the Bahamas.

The forged signature templates.

Everything was ready to be sent to the SEC and the Federal Prosecutor’s office.

And to the giant screen right behind Marcus’s head.

I reached into my bag and pulled out a small black device.

It was a physical signal repeater.

I plugged it into the side of my laptop.

This would ensure the wireless broadcast reached the boardroom even if they cut the local ethernet.

I looked at the clock on my screen.

9:55 AM.

The merger document was being passed down the table.

Marcus picked up a heavy gold pen.

“If there are no further questions,” Marcus said, “we can begin the signing.”

My hand hovered over the enter key.

Suddenly, the handle of the server room door began to turn.

The metal lever clicked as it went down.

I froze.

The door began to swing inward, letting in a sliver of bright yellow light from the hallway.