Chapter 40 #2
“Of course I do.” Hence the override protocol. No one would’ve caught on. No one. As a matter of fact, how did Miles? He must’ve looked to see what Daisy was accessing, maybe what we were both accessing.
“What’s done is done. You chose poorly, friend.” He sighs dramatically, as if he’s starring in a Tony-worthy play. “You’re going to need to go with these guys.” He looks to Sydney. “Your lady friend too.”
“Go where?”
He throws his hands up in the air, and mutters, “Arrogant prick. I thought I could send you off on vacation, get you away from it a bit, but fuck you and your need to make every decision and keep everything under your control. What’s best for the company never matters.
It’s all about what you want. How you see things.
And you’ve got this naive fucking view.”
He’s still pacing, going off in some madcap soliloquy, while one suit steps forward, closer to me, tracking Sydney the entire time.
“What’s the plan?” My gaze lifts to the chandelier above. “Where exactly do you want us to go, Miles?” If his goal is to go public, he won’t want a scandal. The founder dying a suspicious death won’t serve his purposes. “I’m too young for anyone to buy a heart attack.”
Suicide, I suppose, might be something they could pull off. Car accident. Plane crash.
“They’re not looking to kill you,” Miles says, resigned.
“At least if you wake the fuck up, they won’t.
That’s what they’ve told me,” he says, lips pursed, his expression one of disappointment and hopelessness.
“They’re going to talk to you. Help you see reason.
And…” His head cocks sideways in the direction of Sydney. “She’s going to help them with that.”
Motherfucker . “Torture? You’re willing to work with a group who wants to use torture to get their way?”
“If not her, it’ll be Daisy.”
Jesus. If anyone out there is listening to this, I hope they just dispatched a security detail to Daisy.
“You know, I knew you were a greedy bastard, but this is a new low. Daisy is your friend too.”
“What the fuck do you not see? I don’t have a choice. And neither do you.”
“We always have a choice,” I say, although, as I play through the options, I’m not sure we do. One thing I do know is that he should’ve brought more than two men with guns if he was planning on forcing us to willingly walk through a hotel and quietly get into an awaiting car.
He pulls out his phone, reading the screen.
“Daisy’s here in D.C., right?”
Miles’ question carries a deliberate casualness that immediately sends warning signals through my veins.
Daisy—brilliant, loyal, irreplaceable Daisy—who stood against going public, who tracked the bot network attacking ARGUS.
Who knows every back door and security protocol in our systems. Who is going through her own shit right now and doesn’t need to be used as a negotiable token.
“Did you do something to her?” The question comes out dangerously quiet, my control hanging by threads.
His lips twist into something that’s not quite a smile. If I’m reading him correctly, he actually looks apologetic, which terrifies me more than anger would. Miles isn’t one for remorse. What has he done ?
“She’s fine. For now.” He taps his phone screen, turning it to show me a location pin. “She’s with colleagues who are very interested in discussing technical specifications. They’re particularly curious about the failsafe mechanisms she designed.”
Daisy didn’t just help me build the system, she engineered critical security measures that even I don’t fully understand. In the wrong hands, that knowledge could compromise everything.
“Go on,” he says, the command soft but unmistakable. “These guys aren’t patient.”
Daisy is how they’re getting me out of the hotel without making a scene.
“If you have Daisy already, Sydney isn’t needed.”
“Change your mind, Rhodes. It doesn’t have to be like this.” Miles won’t meet my gaze, which makes his plea so half-hearted I ache to shove my fist into his clean-shaven jaw.
I look to Sydney for direction. How do we work this so she stays behind?
I don’t want her used as a negotiating device.
All kinds of horrific movie images come to mind.
I shouldn’t have sent my security home. I thought after a fight with Miles, I’d have a few hours to convince Sydney to join me on a flight back to the West Coast. No security needed. This is insanity.
What about Syd’s team? Are they still listening?
Syd’s gaze meets mine, steadfast and calm.
“I need to go to Daisy,” I say, stating what’s obvious to me but may not be to Syd. I can’t let someone who works for me get caught up in this craziness. “If they leave you out of this,” I look from Sydney to Miles, “I’ll go without a fight.”
Sydney flattens her palms against her thighs. “Let you go alone? No. Besides, if they leave me here, I’ll call the authorities.”
Jesus fucking Christ Syd, why did you have to say that?
Miles snaps his head up, finally looking directly at her. Recognition dawns—she’s a risk and can no longer be dismissed as a random.
“You guys just keep fucking up.”
The irony of his statement isn’t lost on me. In his worldview, standing for principles is the mistake. Growth and expansion are the goals. Refusing to compromise is the failure. How did we land on such divergent paths?
“You’re both going to go and you aren’t going to fight us because it’s the best option. When you get to your destination, you’re going to listen. With an open mind.”
As we move toward the door, Sydney slightly ahead, a notification flashes on my phone.
The Override Protocol indicator shows 87 percent completion—approximately twelve minutes remaining before the system fully deploys.
The digital genie is escaping its bottle.
All we need is for the right person to stumble upon it and make a wish.
But will anyone stumble on it? Because it certainly sounds like Miles here has warned his partners.
One of the security men opens the door, gesturing us through with practiced professionalism. As we step into the hallway, Sydney’s hand brushes mine—a momentary contact that communicates more than words could. A silent promise. Whatever comes next, we face it together.