The agents grabbed Marcus’s arms, pulling them behind his back.

The click of the handcuffs was loud in the quiet room.

Victoria did not make a sound as the other agent secured her wrists.

She looked at Alexander, her expression blank, then she looked at me.

As they were led out of the boardroom, Marcus was still shouting, his words echoing down the hallway.

The board members slowly filed out behind them, whispering among themselves, leaving the room empty.

Only Alexander and I remained.

The rain continued to lash against the glass, a steady, relentless drumbeat.

Alexander walked over to where I stood, stopping a few feet away.

“Are you alright?” he asked, his voice low.

“I’m fine,” I said, clutching my laptop a little tighter. “We got the files.”

“We did,” he said, looking around the empty, ruined boardroom.

The giant screen behind us still flickered with the data of their crimes.

He looked back at me, a faint, tired smile touching his lips.

“Now we have to rebuild,” he said.

Before I could reply, my broken phone on the server room floor wasn’t the only thing vibrating.