Chapter 4: The Sky Falls
Chapter 4: The Sky Falls
Nathan’s arrogant smile faltered, replaced by a flicker of irritation. "Who the hell are you calling?" he demanded, stepping forward to kick the phone away.
Before his Italian leather shoe could connect with the device, the heavy oak doors of Blackthorn Manor vibrated. A low, rhythmic thumping filled the air, growing louder by the second. The priceless chandeliers above us began to rattle.
Outside, the roar of rotors tore through the serene evening. Helicopters—not news choppers, but matte-black tactical birds—descended upon the estate. Brilliant, blinding searchlights swept through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long, frantic shadows across the bloodstained marble.
Simultaneously, Nathan’s phone erupted. It didn't just ring; it shrieked with a cacophony of urgent alerts. He yanked it from his pocket, his face draining of color as he read the notifications lighting up the screen.
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ACCOUNT ACCESS SUSPENDED. EMERGENCY BOARD MEETING IN PROGRESS. FEDERAL SEARCH WARRANT EXECUTED AT ASHFORD GLOBAL.
"What did you do?" he whispered, his voice trembling as the reality of his shattered empire began to set in.
