"Zhao," Mark said.
On the other end, there was only the low hum of machines and the soft sound of someone typing on a keyboard.
"I need a full extraction," Mark continued, pacing the length of his mahogany desk. "The Aurora accounts. Personal and corporate, and the offshore holdings in the Caymans. I want every cent rerouted through the shell accounts we discussed last month."
A low voice vibrated through the speaker.
"The Aurora security is being upgraded, it's now biometric-heavy, Vaughn. It'll leave a trail if we move too fast."
"Then make it look like a system failure. A glitch. I don't care if the trail leads to a dead end in Russia or a server in the basement of a North Korean embassy. Just make sure that by 6:00 AM tomorrow morning, Lyvana Montclair is worth exactly zero."
"It will be done. But it'll cost you."
"Just see that it gets done and I will pay you whatever."
He ended the call and turned back to Martin, who looked genuinely unsettled.
