Off Limits
The screen was active, displaying a countdown timer that was currently sitting at forty-two seconds.
"The moment this timer hits zero, an automated script will release the complete, un-redacted archival files on every single legal anomaly, every offshore transaction, and every private liability your father ever committed directly to the public media networks," Vance barked, his face twisting into a mask of pure malice. "I will burn the Ambrose name to the absolute ground before my ship clears the harbor. Your infrastructure, your family wealth, your perfect legal standing—gone. In less than a minute."