Part 11: The Trap in the Boardroom
The heavy oak doors of the boardroom are forced open with a loud bang. Two large men in sharp black suits step inside. Their gazes are cold and purposeful; these are no ordinary office workers, but professional henchmen Arthur hired to nip the matter in the bud. Arthur de Witt laughs grimly and straightens his blazer. "You're smart, Lucas, much smarter than your father ever was.
But you're too naive to think you can just walk out of here alive with that evidence." My hand tightly grips the USB stick in my pocket. I step backward until my back almost touches the glass wall. Down below, fifteen meters lower, the water of the Herengracht laps. There is no other exit. The henchmen close in slowly, their knuckles cracking, ready to take me out and grab the USB stick.
"Hand over the memory card, Lucas, and we'll make sure you disappear painlessly, just like your grandma," Arthur says with ice-cold calm. As the first henchmen lunges forward to grab my arm, I dive lightning-fast to the side. The man misses by a hair and crashes hard into the glass wall. With a loud crack, the glass fractures. I grab the heavy vase of orchids from the side table and throw it with all my strength at the second henchmen, causing him to trip and slide across the floor. But Arthur continues to smile coldly. He presses a button on his desk and speaks into the intercom: "Security, lock down all elevators and exits. No one leaves this building alive."
