All Chapters of I Built His Empire & Destroyed it Later: Rebirth of "V" Vane: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Two minutes to live broadcast, Mrs. Vance! Final touch-ups on stage, the floor manager yelled, his voice echoing through the vaulted ceiling of Studio A at Capital News Network.Cynthia Vance sat in the plush leather chair on the center stage, her fingers gripping the armrests so hard her knuckles turned grey. She was wearing a rented cream wool sweater and zero jewelry, a calculated, pathetic look designed to make her appear completely destitute. Foundation was plastered heavily over her cheeks, barely disguising the dark circles under her red, swollen eyes.Make sure the lighting key stays soft on my left side, Cynthia snapped at the makeup artist, shoving her hand away. I need to look exhausted, not ghastly! Where is the host? Where is Marcus?Marcus Cole, the prime time anchor known for his hard hitting celebrity exposes, stepped onto the elevated platform, adjusting his lapel microphone with a cold, professional smile. Right here, Cynthia. Relax. The satellite package is loaded i

Purge the secondary backup arrays right now, Miller! Every single gigabyte! Julian Vance roared, his voice echoing off the concrete walls of the Vance Global subterranean mainframe vault.Sweat soaked through his rumpled shirt, dripping onto the heavy white plaster cast still binding his right arm across his chest. His left hand trembled violently as he slammed a heavy external drive onto the main terminal console.I am trying, Mr. Vance! Miller, the chief IT director, shouted back, his pale fingers flying over the mechanical keyboard in a frantic frenzy. The system is not accepting the master override! The deletion command keeps getting bounced back by an encrypted root shell!I do not care about a root shell! Julian shrieked, leaning over Miller's shoulder, his bloodshot eyes bulging with wild panic. That proprietary algorithm is Vivienne's grandfather’s work! If the court auditors get their hands on those legacy encryption keys tomorrow morning, they will not just liquidate the com

Director Montfort, I am offering you sixty percent equity in Vance Global's primary logistics hubs! Julian Vance slammed his trembling left palm onto the polished glass boardroom table, his voice cracking with frantic energy. Five hundred million dollars in emergency credit! That is all I am asking for! We sign the bridge loan right now, and the capital wires to my primary account before the market opens!Sitting at the head of the mahogany table inside the private, soundproof executive suite of Zurich International Trust, Director Jean-Luc de Montfort casually adjusted his gold cuff links. His aristocratic face remained completely expressionless as he looked down at the paper documents spread out before him.Mr. Vance, you are asking for half a billion dollars with forty-three hours remaining on a public court liquidation order, Jean-Luc said, his Swiss-accented voice cold and precise. Your central servers were completely wiped last night. Your wife’s Swiss accounts were frozen by fe

You think you have won, Vivienne?! Cynthia Vance’s hysterical, shrill voice shrieked through the encrypted phone line the second Vivienne answered. You think because you took Vane Plaza and stripped Julian’s credit line that you are untouched?! Look at your inbox right now!Vivienne Vane walked into the glass walled master office of her brand new Vane Global Command Headquarters, her sleek white suit immaculate. Damian Thorne stood by the sweeping window behind her, arms crossed, his dark eyes watching her with a calm, fierce intensity.Vivienne didn't even glance at her computer screen. She held the phone to her ear, her voice dropping into a freezing, razor sharp register. I don't need to look at my inbox to know you're panicking, Cynthia. What cheap threat are you trying to sell me today?It's not a threat! It's your complete annihilation! Cynthia screamed, her breathing ragged over the speaker. I have the legacy financial files from four years ago! The internal audit reports from

Get away from me! Don't touch me! I'm not going back! eight-year-old Maya Vance screamed, her voice echoing violently across the vast, five-story glass atrium of the brand-new Vane Plaza headquarters.Her small leather shoes were scuffed, her white socks stained with mud, and her pink dress torn at the hem after running two miles straight through the city traffic after slipping away from her nanny at the public park.The primary security guards in dark suits stepped back, exchange wide, terrified glances as dozens of corporate executives, legal advisors, and international clients stopped dead in their tracks across the grand lobby.Little girl, you can't be in here, the head of lobby security, Captain Towers, said gently, crouching down three feet away with his hands raised. This is a private corporate headquarters. The street entrance is restricted.I don't care! Maya wept frantically, her body shaking as she slammed her knees directly onto the freezing, polished black marble floor i