All Chapters of TWO FACE FOR REVENGE: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

​The climb out of the trench was more than just physical; it was a transition from the raw, intimate danger of the underground to the performative, polished peril of the boardroom. The moment Andand Rea’s sensible site boots hit the muddy ground outside the pit, the soaked, vulnerable woman disappeared. She became the CEO—a figure of uncompromising, razor-sharp control.​"Miller," she commanded, peeling off her dripping neon jacket and handing it to the young analyst, whose eyes were still wide from the scene he’d interrupted. "Get that back in the car. Thorne, Vawith RMA, stand by the gate. I want a perimeter. No journalist, Mr Ts, past you until I’m ready."​She adjusted the hard hat—a slight, unnecessary move that looked deliberate—and turned to face the chaos. The area near the security gates was now a throng of miserable, rain-slicked figures holding expensive cameras and sodden notebooks. They looked less like the esteemed press and more like a damp, ill-tempered mob. The flashi

​The choice was made in the fluorescent glow of the Shoreditch conference room, sealed not with a kiss, but with the cold, professional certainty of two executives entering into a dangerous, unsanctioned contract. The previous boundaries—the "strictly business" clause, the legal firewalls, the corporate hierarchy—were replaced by a single, terrifying rule: absolute, profound secrecy.​Andrea and I stood hand-in-hand, partners not just in business, but in an act of mutual emotional espionage. The feeling wasn't romantic; it was exhilarating, a high-octane mix of fear and power.​"Thorne and Miller need to be briefed immediately," Andrea stated, pulling her hand away, the CEO mask snapping back into place, now flawlessly tailored to concealhighly-publicisedThey need to know Vos is neutralised and Varma is gone, but they must never know the extent of the disinformation campaign or the Varma trap. We burned that bridge."​"Agreed," I said, mirroring her professional shift. "We tell them V

​ The Weaponization of Vulnerability​The air in my locked office—high above the now humming, fully-powered Sector 4—was thick with residual tension, the scent of aged whiskey, and the sharp, clean smell of new strategy. The "Iron Cage" of professional pretense had been necessary, a defensive structure, but Andrea was right: defense only prolonged the war. To win, we had to attack.​“The London Exchange Tower,” I repeated, walking to the schematic wall where the Phase Two conceptual drawings were pinned—a dizzying, twisting spire designed to house the world’s largest decentralized data exchange. “Vos will see the announcement and immediately look for the same weakness he sought here: the financial liability, the structural tension, the moment of personal exposure.”​Andrea leaned over the desk, using a drafting pencil to trace a line across the blueprints of the new tower’s foundation. “He won’t look for the real weakness, Ethan, because he already knows it—or thinks he does. He think

​ The Ceasefire of Shame​The news that the Financial Conduct Authority (FCA) was launching a full criminal investigation into Sterling Corp for corporate espionage hit the financial district like a shockwave. Julian Vos’s bold, aggressive move to secure an injunction against the London Exchange Tower had backfired spectacularly. Instead of halting Momentum Group's future, he had frozen his own empire.​The court immediately denied Vos’s request for an injunction, citing serious concerns regarding the methods used to obtain the evidence. While the core issue of the H-8 steel purchase remained technically unresolved—we still had to prove our ‘hoarding test’ narrative—the legal focus had entirely shifted to Vos’s breach of corporate law.​“He's been silenced, for now,” Andrea said, watching the television screen in my office as a talking head dissected the demise of Sterling Corp’s reputation. “He can’t speak about the Exchange Tower project without admitting to corporate crime. The Iro

​The Logic of Impossibility​The response from Paris arrived twelve hours later, time that I spent pacing the construction pit of the Exchange Tower, watching the huge concrete mixers idle like grounded giants. Every minute of delay increased the likelihood of the Cortex AI CFO escalating his inquiry to the main board, turning a solvable variance into a fatal, corporate liability.​Andrea’s reply was characteristically brief, clinical, and brilliant:​From: ATo: ESubject: Operation: Ledger 7 Retrieval. (Code: Echo 40)​I am scheduled to conduct an essential, high-profile interview with the Wall Street Journal in Paris, tomorrow at 14:00 GMT. I cannot break this cover. The synchronicity of the retrieval must be unimpeachable.​The Ledger is in the compartment. Only one other person knows the location and has keycard access: Marcus Tudor. He has no idea the Ledger exists; he only knows he is retrieving a ‘confidential, structural-integrity binder’ for me on an urgent, off-the-books fa