Three blocks away, inside the dimly lit security van, Leo stared at the laptop screen. Beside him, Marcus’s fingers flew across a mechanical keyboard, tracing the digital ghost trail Graham had just proudly confessed to.
"We got it," Marcus breathed, a triumphant grin breaking across his face.
"The moment he said 'cooperative banker in New York,' his phone's background data synced with his hotel's encrypted network. I bypassed his firewall using the authorization codes he typed in earlier. Look at this."
On the screen, a massive spreadsheet appeared, detailing a network of illegal corporate espionage, bribery, and wire fraud. Graham hadn't just targeted Leo; he had used black-market financial manipulation to force Leo’s investor into a predatory buyout.
Leo looked at the digital ledge
