The St. Claire Bloodline
As I waited in the shadows of the vault, I opened the final folder in the ledger: "Project Phoenix." My breath caught as I saw my own name on a DNA Ancestry Report. 
I wasn't just a girl from a foster home that Eleanor had hired as a decorator.
I was the biological daughter of Eleanor’s first husband—the man the St. Claires had ruined and driven to suicide forty years ago.Eleanor hadn't found me by accident. She had spent decades searching for me to right a historic wrong.
The St. Claires weren't just my in-laws; they were the people who had stolen my father’s Intellectual Property and his life. Julian St. Claire, the family patriarch, had built his empire on a lie, and Eleanor had spent her final years ensuring I was the one to pull the trigger on his legacy.
The sound of drilling echoed from above, vibrating through the steel ceiling of the vault. I could hear Mark’s voice shouting orders. "Find the ledger! I don't care about the girl, just find the files!" He sounded desperate, his Fiduciary Duty forgotten in a haze of panic.
He didn't know that I had already uploaded the entire server to a Cloud-Based Encryption service. I wasn't the prey anymore; I was the architect of their downfall.
The drilling stopped. A heavy thud vibrated through the floor as the hatch was forced open.
I looked up and saw Mark’s face, twisted with greed and hate.
It's time to take it all back.
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