The red emergency lights flashed rhythmically against the cold concrete walls of the basement server room. Marcus Vance stood tall beside the glowing computer monitor, wearing a dark security uniform that hid nothing of his evil nature. A nasty, mocking grin twisted his thin lips as he stared directly at Lucian and Clara.

"Well, well, look at the great Lucian Vane walking right into my trap," Marcus chuckled, his voice echoing off the metal server racks with a harsh, grating sound. "You thought you were so smart, running a multi-billion-dollar empire. But you fell like a fool for a pretty face."

Clara felt a hot wave of pure anger rise...