Chapter 19
The drive to the Moretti estate in the wealthy suburbs was agonizingly tense. Vincent left his driver behind, taking his own sleek sports car to avoid suspicion. He pulled up to the massive iron gates. His palm sweat against the leather steering wheel. He pressed his thumb to the biometric scanner.
The light flashed green. The gates swung open.
He drove up the winding driveway, parking in the shadows near the garage. The house was mostly dark, manned only by a skeleton crew of security while Julian was at the gala. Vincent bypassed the main entrance, using the side door that led directly to his father's private study.
He punched in the code, his heart hammering in his ears. The door clicked open.
The study was dark, smelling of leather and expensive cigars. Vincent moved to the heavy mahogany desk and booted up the private server. He inserted the encrypted flash drive Claire had given him. A password prompt appeared.
He typed the only thing his father truly cared about: MorettiLegacy.
Access granted.
Vincent rapidly began copying the hidden folders. Transfer wires, shell company registrations, and there it was—the folder labeled 'London'. He clicked it open. Receipts, wire transfers, and audio files. The raw, unedited AI voice generation files of his own voice.
The download bar hit 99%.
May you like
100%.
Vincent pulled the drive, a fierce sense of triumph washing over him. He turned to leave.
