The New Order

The Thorne boardroom was no longer a temple; it was a crime scene. Outside the floor-to-ceiling glass, the coastal skyline remained indifferent, but inside, the air was thick with the ozone of dying servers and the frantic, rhythmic tapping of keys. Elias Thorne stood at the head of the mahogany table, his posture relaxed, a stark contrast to the three board members huddled in the periphery, their faces pale as they watched their offshore accounts vanish into the black hole of a federal freeze.

"The SEC transfer is complete," Elias said, his voice cutting through the silence. He didn't look at them. He was watching the digital audit log projected on the wall—a cascading waterfall of red lines identifying illicit transfers. "You’re looking at a live feed of your ow

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