Arthur Vance paced his office like a caged predator, his thumb hovering over his phone as he waited for the confirmation of the bank freeze. But the alerts that began to chime in a rapid-fire sequence weren't notifications of frozen accounts.
Ping. Ping. Ping.
They were withdrawal alerts. Massive, high-limit transfers were bleeding his private liquid assets dry in real-time. Sarah Vance hadn't just anticipated his move; she had anticipated his arrogance. She knew exactly which offshore and private accounts she still held the authorization keys for, and she was emptying them with surgical precision.
"Faster!" Arthur roared at Secretary Lee, his face purple with rage. "Call the central branch! Freeze everything under my name!"
Lee fumbled with the desk phone. "Sir, I can only flag the co
