“My Son-in-Law Threw Soup in My Face at Dinner — He Had No Idea Who He Was Really Messing With”

a computer coming to life. Omega Protocol. The nuclear option. The plan I’d designed years ago as a failsafe, a way to pull back the curtain if things ever went catastrophically wrong.

“Understood,” Katherine said. “What’s the target?”

“Brad Jenkins and Emily Caldwell,” I replied, my voice steady despite the burning on my face. “I want a complete financial continue reading …