They Poisoned My Father, So I Bankrupted Their Billion-Dollar Empire

Chapter 4: The Confrontation

Rage was a better fuel than gasoline. Jack’s rusty pickup truck screeched to a halt in front of the OmniCore Industries main gate. The factory loomed over the town like a steel fortress, smokestacks churning out white plumes into the grey sky.

Jack slammed the truck door and marched toward the guard booth.

"I need to see Marcus Thorne," Jack barked at the security guard.

"Do you have an appointment, sir?" the guard asked, hand resting on his taser. "This is private property. You're trespassing."

"My appointment is right here," Jack shouted, holding up the journal. "Tell him Thomas Miller’s son is here to talk about the Sector 4 leak!"

The guard stepped out, baton raised. "Sir, step back or I will detain you."

Suddenly, the heavy iron gates slid open. A sleek, black armored SUV rolled out, tires crunching on the gravel. The rear window rolled down slowly.

A man in a tuxedo sat inside, sipping sparkling water. Marcus Thorne. He looked older than on TV, his silver fox hair perfectly coiffed, his eyes reptilian and cold.

Thorne didn't look surprised. He looked bored. "Mr. Miller," Thorne said, his voice smooth as oil. "We’ve been expecting you."