All Chapters of TWO FACE FOR REVENGE: Chapter 21 - Chapter 26

​The Coordinates of Oversight​The lead-lined door of The Vault Club hissed open, bathing the subterranean space in the cold, weak light of the late morning City. Stepping out onto the stone pavement felt like emerging from a deep-sea dive; the noise of London, the horns, the distant sirens, and the frantic clicking of market data felt overwhelming after the profound silence below.​“The necessity that tracks him…” I repeated, pulling my coat tighter against the November chill, trying to connect Vos’s calculated cruelty to a higher source. “He’s a predator, Andrea. He hunts weaknesses. He doesn’t take orders.”​Andrea paused at the edge of the street, not hailing a taxi but staring across the square toward the imposing, glass-and-steel monolith that housed the Financial Conduct Authority (FCA).​“Vos is a narcissist, Ethan, and narcissists are rarely original,” she countered, her voice sharp and low. “He is under FCA investigation. He is desperate to clear his name. What does the Ledg

​The Corporate Alibi​The two separate flights were a necessary deception. Andrea and I boarded two different long-haul jets at Heathrow, only to disembark moments before takeoff, slipping out through pre-arranged secure channels. We weren't flying to disappear; we were creating a traceable alibi of absence while remaining within striking distance of the unfolding crisis. We needed to be ghosts in the system, and what better place than a private, soundproof apartment overlooking the City—close enough to see the smoke, but too far to inhale the fire.​The emergency System Integrity Broadcast (SIB) and the subsequent board vote for the Special Litigation Committee (SLC) had worked. The initial stock dip caused by the $6 million pre-emption was now overshadowed by the news of the massive lawsuit against Helios Trust for corporate espionage. The market loved a good fight, and the immediate fear of bankruptcy had been replaced by the high-stakes drama of legal warfare. Finch’s plan for a q

​The Architect’s Burden​The flight to New York was long, silent, and entirely fictional. We had driven immediately from The Archive to a private airstrip outside Oxford, where a chartered jet—registered to a distant Momentum subsidiary—was waiting. As the plane climbed, leaving the legal and market chaos of London behind, the adrenaline finally receded, replaced by bone-deep exhaustion.​18:00 GMT (1:00 PM EST).​We weren't traveling to escape; we were traveling to convene an unscheduled, off-the-books meeting with the engineering firms responsible for the original Sector 4 construction. They held the key to the ultimate truth of the structural flaw—the flaw that had been the genesis of every lie and every subsequent attack.​"Vos, Finch, Reed... they were just parasites," Andrea murmured, staring out at the darkening sky. "The structural flaw was the original sin. If we don't fix it, the market will find another Reed, another Finch, and another lie will be necessary."​"The $6 milli