Chapter 9 - The Trap at the Port
Before Emily could speak, Marco stepped onto the balcony, his face tense, his hand pressed against his earpiece.
"Boss," Marco reported softly. "We have a movement at the south docks. Harrison Vance just landed at O'Hare on a private jet. He brought six armed security men from Boston. They're heading directly to David Sterling’s private warehouse near the river."
Vincent didn't flinch. He buttoned his suit jacket, his presence instantly radiating lethal command.
"They know we broke the payroll code," Vincent said. "They're trying to destroy the original physical trust ledgers before our attorneys can file an injunction."
"I'm coming with you," Emily said firmly, stepping forward, her eyes flashing with a brave determination that mirrored her daughter's.
"It's dangerous, Emily," Vincent warned.
"It's my life, Mr. Kane," she replied, her voice steady and absolute. "And my daughter's future. I'm not running anymore."
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Vincent looked at her for a long, silent moment, a rare, profound smile touching his lips. "Alright. Get your coat."
Twenty minutes later, a convoy of four black armored SUVs sped down the rain-slicked streets of Chicago toward the industrial district along the river.
