Chapter 3: Locked Out
Chapter 3: Locked Out
The next morning, the Manhattan air was crisp. I sat in the back of my town car, sipping black coffee, watching the live security feed on my tablet.
Daniel was at the corporate headquarters. He aggressively swiped his platinum keycard at the private executive elevator.
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Access Denied.
A red light blinked mockingly. He swiped again, slamming his fist against the console. Two burly security guards approached him. They didn't call him 'Sir.' They asked him to step away from the premises. He was officially a trespasser in the empire he thought he had built.
