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Chapter 731
Chapter 731:
“Found it,” he said, his eyes widening as he read. “Next Wednesday. A closed-door House Armed Services subcommittee hearing. The official topic is ‘Next-Generation Aerospace Procurement’ — deliberately vague, but not classified. Warren is listed as a key witness, and SkyLine’s top lobbyist is registered to attend. Because of the hype from today’s roadshow, InnoTech has been granted a fifteen-minute presentation slot p>
A slow, chilling smile spread across Isolde’s face. The smile of a predator watching its prey walk into a cage.
“Perfect,” she whispered. “There is no better stage to execute a thief than in front of the generals she is trying to defraud p>
She turned to Harper, her eyes burning with absolute authority.
𝗙𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝘂𝘀 𝗼𝗻
“Tell the lawyers to drop the civil suit entirely,” Isolde ordered. “Draft a criminal complaint for theft of trade secrets, major federal wire fraud, and conspiracy to defraud the United States. Frame it as a national security endangerment. While the foundational theory is declassified, the specific proprietary application algorithm she presented is unpublished and represents a critical military advantage. Presenting a flawed version of it to the Pentagon constitutes gross negligence that could lead to catastrophic equipment failure and loss of life. I want the federal subpoenas ready by Tuesday night p>
Harper’s jaw dropped. A massive, thrilled grin broke across her face. “You are going to serve her federal warrants in the middle of the Pentagon hearing?” she asked, her voice trembling with excitement. “She will be in handcuffs before she finishes her PowerPoint p>
Meanwhile, in the penthouse office of SkyLine headquarters in New York, Grayson Lancaster paced the floor like a caged animal.
His assistant, Silas, stood nervously by the door. “Boss, the Silicon Valley roadshow was a massive success. Sequoia is preparing a term sheet for one hundred and fifty million p>
Grayson did not smile. He didn’t care about the money. His chest felt tight, suffocated by a crushing, paranoid anxiety. He kept seeing Isolde’s dead, empty eyes from the Waldorf gala. He needed to know where she was. He needed to reassert control.
“Where is Isolde?” Grayson demanded, his voice harsh and frantic.
Silas swallowed hard. “Our trackers lost her at Teterboro Airport. She boarded a ghost charter with no registered flight plan. We have no idea where she is p>
Grayson stopped pacing. His pupils dilated. A spike of primal dread pierced his chest. He was completely blind, fighting an enemy he could no longer see.
Back at thirty thousand feet, Isolde opened her encrypted laptop.
She pulled up the final, polished draft of her groundbreaking paper and looked at the elegant, flawless equations that proved her genius. Then she opened a secure email portal addressed directly to Secretary Warren’s private server and attached the pre-print of the paper.
She pressed enter. The file sent.
The heavy door of the black Cadillac Escalade swung open.
The freezing early-winter wind of Washington, D.C. whipped down Pennsylvania Avenue, biting into Isolde’s skin. Her eyes were significantly colder than the night air.
She stepped out of the SUV wearing a minimalist, razor-sharp black trench coat. She did not look like a woman who had just survived a brutal divorce. She looked like an executioner arriving for work.
Harper climbed out right behind her, knuckles white around a Birkin bag stuffed with classified legal documents.