The unstoppable vengeance of Micheal Krux.

30: The call that changed everything

Chapter 30; The Call That Changed Everything

Gabriel Luxter POV

The meeting ended without resolution, and that was the part that bothered me the most..

But the fact that for the first time, I had walked out of that room without controlling the outcome.

The corridor outside felt unusually quiet as I walked back to my office, my steps steady, my mind anything but. Every conversation, every reaction from the board replayed itself in pieces, none of them complete, all of them pointing in the same direction.

We were losing ground.

Not publicly yet, but internally, the cracks were there.

I pushed the door to my office open and stepped inside, loosening my tie slightly as I moved toward the desk. The city stretched out beyond the glass, unchanged, unaware of the shift happening behind it.

My phone buzzed with an unknown number.

I stared at it for a second before answering.

“Speak,” I said.

There was no greeting from the other end.

Just a voice.

Calm.

Familiar.

“You should be careful who you trust, Gabriel,” the man said.

My grip on the phone tightened slightly.

“Who is this?” I asked.

A pause followed.

“You already know,” the voice replied.

And in that moment, I did.

My expression hardened.

“What do you want?” I asked.

A quiet chuckle came through the line, low and controlled.

“I want you to keep doing exactly what you’re doing,” Michael said. “It makes this easier.”

The arrogance in that statement should have irritated me.

But it didn’t.

Because something about his tone told me he wasn’t exaggerating.

“You think you’ve won something,” I said. “You haven’t.”

“I haven’t started,” he replied.

“You’ve made noise,” I continued. “That’s all this is. Noise.”

“Then listen carefully,” he said.

The line went quiet for a second.

Then I heard something else, faint distance voices as if he wasn’t alone,

“What am I listening to?” I asked.

“You’ll understand in a few seconds,” Michael replied.

My eyes narrowed slightly as I listened more carefully, trying to place the sound, trying to make sense of what he was doing.

suddenly, A voice came through, a bit clearer than the background.

Clearer this time.

“No wait, you said this wouldn’t..”

The line cut briefly before it returned.

“That’s one,” Michael said calmly.

A cold feeling settled in my chest.

“What did you do?” I asked.

No response right before another sound.

A struggle.

A sharp noise.

And then there was no sound again.

Nothing.

Complete silence.

My jaw tightened.

“Michael,” I said, my voice lower now, controlled but edged.

“You wanted leverage,” he said. “Now you have something to think about.”

My mind moved quickly, connecting pieces, searching for meaning.

“Who was that?” I asked.

“You’ll see his name soon,” he replied before the line went dead without giving me time to process it.

I pulled the phone away slowly, staring at the screen as if it would give me answers it didn’t have.

The silence in the office felt heavier now.

Different.

I moved to my desk, picking up the tablet and pulling up the internal reports, scanning through names, connections, recent activity.

A sharp knock hit the door.

“Come in,” I said.

The door opened quickly.

Daniel stepped in, his usual composure slightly off, just enough to notice.

“Sir,” he said, his voice tighter than usual. “There’s been an incident.”

I didn’t respond immediately.

I already knew that.

“What kind of incident?” I asked.

Daniel hesitated.

Just for a second.

“One of our senior financial controllers was found this morning,” he said.

I held his gaze.

“Found how?” I asked.

Daniel swallowed.

“Unconscious,” he replied. “In his apartment. No signs of forced entry.”

“Name,” I asked recalling my call not long ago.

Daniel looked at me.

And for the first time since he walked in,

He looked uncertain.

“Sir…” he started.

“Name,” I repeated.

He exhaled slowly.

Then said it.

And the moment he Everything Michael had just said snapped into place.

I didn’t move.

Didn’t speak.

Because the only thing running through my mind was one question;

‘How did he get to him first?’