Chapter 97: The Compliance TrapThe victory laps across the corridor came to a grinding halt the moment the private jet touched down back in Manhattan. The celebratory atmosphere that had followed them from Atlanta vanished, replaced by the suffocating chill of a legal ambush.Avery stood in the center of the Thorne-Sterling high-security boardroom on the eighty-second floor, the early morning sun cutting through the floor-to-ceiling windows like a blade. She hadn’t changed out of her utility trousers but she had thrown a sharp charcoal-gray blazer over her black tank top. Her leather work boots were planted firmly on the carpet, her eyes locked onto the glowing scarlet warning rings flashing across the master console.The entire Great Lakes and Atlantic telemetry grid was flashing an amber warning: Regulatory Hold."It’s a compliance lock, " Avery said, her voice dropping into that dangerously calm calculating register she used when an engine block cracked under pressure. She tapped
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