CHAPTER 2: THE FILES
CHAPTER 2: THE FILES
The extraction team arrived three minutes later.
Black tactical uniforms.
No insignias.
No introductions.
Just efficiency.
The ballroom transformed into a crime scene.
Guests were separated.
Phones confiscated.
Every camera feed secured.
My attacker—Victor Kane—began shouting threats.
"Do you know who I am?"
One agent looked up.
"Yes."
That single answer seemed to unsettle him more than anything else.
Within an hour, agents uncovered hidden servers beneath the gala venue.
The discovery shocked even veteran investigators.
Thousands of encrypted files.
Financial records.
Blackmail material.
Bribery payments.
Political corruption.
Human trafficking transactions.
The gala had never been a charity event.
It was a marketplace.
The rich and powerful gathered there to trade secrets.
And Victor Kane was one of its operators.
As agents processed evidence, my father finally arrived.
His expression hardened when he saw the bruise on my face.
"Who did this?"
Nobody answered.
Nobody needed to.
Victor's confidence evaporated when Marcus Hart walked directly toward him.
The room seemed to grow colder.
Then my father said something unexpected.
"You made a very expensive mistake tonight."
Victor forced a laugh.
"This isn't enough to bring me down."
My father stared at him.
"No."
He paused.
"But your partners already have."
That was when the main screen in the ballroom suddenly turned on.
And every guest saw the same image.
A classified file.
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Marked:
PROJECT PHANTOM.
