He Brought His Mistress to My Ultrasound to Humiliate Me. The Doctor’s Screen Wiped the Smirk Off His Face.

Silas’s arrogant expression faltered. He looked down at his own monitors, his hands flying across his keyboard.

"I don't know what you think you've done," Silas sneered, though a hint of panic leaked into his voice. "My network is secure."

"Your network relies on Horizon Aerospace," I corrected him, standing up. "A company that I officially purchased three hours ago. Which means, Silas... I own your signal. I own your connection. I own the very digital air you are breathing."

Silas’s eyes went wide with pure, unadulterated terror as his screens began to flash red.

"No," Silas breathed, aggressively hitting his keyboard. "Access denied? That's impossible!"

"I am officially cutting your connection to the outside world," I stated, my voice ringing with the finality of a judge delivering a death sentence. "But before I plunge you into the dark, I had my engineers do one last thing."

Silas looked up at the camera, his face pale and sweating. "What did you do?"

"I reversed the signal," I smiled, a chilling, triumphant expression. "We used my newly acquired satellites to pinpoint your exact physical location. You aren't in Switzerland, Silas. You are in a bunker in Nevada. And I just forwarded those exact GPS coordinates to the FBI, the CIA, and every single foreign government you have ever blackmailed."

"Lauren, wait!" Silas screamed, completely abandoning his cool persona. "Please! We can make a deal!"

"I don't negotiate with ghosts," I whispered. "I exorcise them."

I looked at my lead analyst and nodded.

"Pull the plug."

The screens in Silas’s bunker went completely black. The live feed cut out. Within seconds, my foundation's servers came back online, the firewalls rebooting and locking the empire safely behind an impenetrable fortress once again.

The war room erupted into deafening cheers. Marcus practically collapsed into a chair in relief.

Daniel walked over to me, looking at the blank screen where Silas had just been digitally erased from existence.

"He thought he was playing a game of chess," Daniel murmured, shaking his head in awe.

"He was," I replied, turning away from the screen and walking out of the war room to check on my children. "But he forgot one crucial rule."