2026-07-07 06:07:31The secondary briefing room on the fourth floor of the Veridian Vanguard headquarters was the definition of corporate opulence. A massive, oval table carved from black obsidian dominated the space, surrounded by plush leather seats. It was a room reserved for companies fighting for their lives, waiting for a scrap of the Vanguard’s massive industrial crumbs.
Julian Ross sat at the far end of the table, sweating profusely through his designer suit jacket. His bandaged right wrist throbbed, but the throbbing in his veins from sheer panic was worse. Beside him, Valerie and Chloe sat in rigid, anxious silence.
It had taken Julian forty-five minutes, three desperate phone calls to his father, and a hefty wire transfer to finally get Manager Thomas to manually override the lower lobby gate. But they hadn't been cleared for the grand signing hall. Instead, they had been dumped here, in a secondary waiting zone.
"Julian, dear, are you sure everything is alright?" Valerie whispered, her eyes darting nervously toward the double doors. "The guards who escorted us up here... they didn't look very friendly."
"Of course everything is fine, Auntie Valerie," Julian forced a loud, boastful laugh, leaning back to maintain his facade. He adjusted his tie with his uninjured hand. "Thomas is just preparing the high-level executives. A fifty-million-dollar project requires proper onboarding. If anything, they're preparing a special welcome for us. It’s a good thing we kicked Ethan out. Can you imagine that garbage-tier loser sitting in a room this expensive?"
Valerie let out a sharp, mocking titter. "Oh, absolutely! The security probably would have arrested us just for being associated with him. The nerve of that boy, trying to take credit for your security team's bravery last night. He’s probably sitting on the curb outside right now, eating a cheap sandwich."
Chloe didn't join in on the laughter. Her hands were clenched tightly in her lap, her thumbs digging into her skin. Her mind kept playing a dangerous loop. She remembered the sheer speed of Ethan's movements in the hotel room, the precise, terrifying sound of breaking bones, and the absolute lack of fear in his eyes.
‘Was it really Julian’s security team?’
Before she could spiral further, the heavy double doors clicked open.
Julian instantly snapped to attention, pulling his injured arm close to his chest to look like a wounded hero.
A balding man in a mid-tier manager's suit stepped into the room, clutching a tablet. It was Thomas, the development division manager. But he wasn't smiling, and there was no welcoming committee behind him. His face was entirely pale, slick with a thin layer of cold sweat.
"Manager Thomas!" Julian stood up, a sycophantic grin plastered across his face. He extended his left hand. "Thank you so much for overriding the gate. As you can see, I brought the Wright family and the contract blueprints we discussed. We’re ready to move to the grand hall for the official signing."
Thomas ignored Julian’s outstretched hand entirely. He walked to the head of the table, his eyes darting toward the security cameras in the corners of the room as if he were being watched by a executioner.
"Sit down, Mr. Ross," Thomas said, his voice clipped and trembling.
Julian’s grin faltered slightly, but he quickly covered it, sitting down and sliding the black leather briefcase forward. "Thomas, look, I know there was a minor flag on the Wright Group’s paperwork, but my father mentioned you could easily clear that up. Once the Vanguard approves our allocation…"
"Your father's name means absolutely nothing here today, Julian," Thomas cut him off ruthlessly, slamming his tablet onto the obsidian table.
The sharp smack echoed through the room like a gunshot. Valerie flinched. Chloe’s heart skipped a beat.
"Manager Thomas?" Julian stammered, his face losing its color. "I don't understand. We had an agreement. The Ross family has always cooperated with…"
"The Ross family is currently under internal audit by our compliance division," Thomas hissed, leaning over the table, his voice dropping to a harsh, terrified whisper. "Do you have any idea what you've done? The paperwork you submitted last night, the allocation draft for the Riverfront Development… was flagged by the highest administrative office in the syndicate. Not by a system glitch. By the Director himself."
Chloe gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. "The... the Director?"
"Yes, Mrs. Wright," Thomas turned a sharp, glaring gaze onto her. "The supreme authority of the Veridian Vanguard. Someone leaked the internal, unreleased approval files to your company. Someone tried to forge an executive stamp to fast-track your clearance. Higher management knows there is a fraudster in this room, and they have frozen the Wright Group's entire corporate profile. As of five minutes ago, your family business has been blacklisted from doing business in this entire metropolis."
The words hit the room like a physical explosion.
"Blacklisted?" Valerie shrieked, her expensive pearl necklace tangling as she jumped to her feet. "No! That’s impossible! Julian saved us! Julian pulled the strings!"
"Shut up, you old fool!" Julian suddenly roared, his mask completely slipping as absolute, raw terror took over. He grabbed Thomas by the lapels of his suit, his bandaged wrist screaming in pain, but he didn't care. "Thomas, you have to help me! My father invested ten million dollars into the preliminary logistics for this! If the Vanguard blacklists us, the Ross enterprise will go bankrupt along with the Wrights! Tell me who flagged it! Let me speak to the Director!"
Thomas violently shoved Julian back into his seat. "Speak to the Director? You think you're worthy of breathing the same air as him? You sniveling piece of trash, you used my credentials to access those files, and now you’ve dragged me down with you!"
Just then, the room’s overhead lights suddenly flickered, shifting from a bright, sterile white to a deep, warning crimson.
The electronic lock on the double doors hissed, a loud, mechanical thud echoing through the walls as the security system sealed the room from the outside.
"What... what is happening?" Julian whimpered, backing away from the table, his knees shaking so violently he could barely stand.
The large projection screen on the wall wall flashed alive, showing a live security feed of the restricted executive elevator descending from the penthouse suite. Two rows of fully armed, elite Vanguard black-ops soldiers stepped into the corridor outside the briefing room, forming a flawless, impenetrable wall of steel.
Thomas dropped to his knees, his tablet clattering away. "He's here... The Director is coming down himself to handle the purge."
Chloe felt a cold sweat cover her entire body. The pressure in the room was so thick it was hard to breathe. She looked at Julian, who was practically sobbing in the corner, clutching his broken wrist, utterly useless. She looked at her mother, who was praying frantically, white-faced with fear.
The door handle began to turn.
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Before the command could even fully echo through the vast boardroom, Christian Vance lunged. Driven by a volatile mix of panic and generational arrogance, he thrust his hunting knife directly toward Ethan’s throat. "You crippled piece of trash! Die!"Ethan didn't even blink. He didn't step back.He simply raised his left hand, his movement a blur of peak military precision. His palm struck the flat of Christian’s blade, deflecting it effortlessly. In the exact same microsecond, Ethan's right hand shot forward like a hydraulic press, clamping onto Christian’s right wrist.CRACK.The sound of shattering bone was horrific, sharp, and absolute. Christian’s hunting knife clattered loudly onto the obsidian table as he let out a high-pitched, curdling shriek of agony.Ethan didn't let go. He twisted the broken wrist downward, forcing the proud, white-suited heir of the main branch to slide across the table, his face slammed hard
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