Chapter 33 - The Keystrokes
"Actually, Marcus, your own hackers did the heavy lifting for us," I replied, my voice echoing clearly through the stunned, murmuring boardroom.
I pressed another button on my keyboard. The screen split into two. On the right side, a video began to play. It was a perfect, high-definition screen-capture recording of Vance's own computer terminal from that Sunday night, verifying his specific IP address and his personal, multi-factor login credentials.
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The video showed him communicating via encrypted chat with the hackers, authorizing the payment for planting the fake evidence against me, and initiating the final, desperate Vanguard transfer.
"You left a distinct digital fingerprint on every single felony you committed this weekend," I stated coldly. "Every click, every keystroke, every attempt to bury your greed is archived here."
