The Sinclair Protocol – My Delivery Girl is a Private Military Queen
By Lea von Löwenstein
Chapter 15: Hidden Storms
Part 1: Board Emergency
Blackwood Tower – Executive Level
“FORTY-THREE PERCENT,” Alexander Blackwood showed pure fury as he addressed the gathered board. “In less than six hours.”
“The attacks were perfectly coordinated,” Victoria Blackwood’s voice carried dangerous precision. “Financial strikes synchronized with physical breaches at our Singapore facilities.”
Sebastian leaned back in his chair, his shoulder still carefully immobilized but his tone purely lethal. “Rather fascinating timing. One week before Marcus’s grand gala.”
“More fascinating,” James’s voice cut through secure channels, “is how thoroughly they breached our military-grade security. Almost as if they had inside knowledge of our protocols.”
“The same protocols,” Liv’s burning ice smile turned predatory, “that a certain Mr. Drake seems rather familiar with.”
Alexander’s expression shifted from fury to dangerous calculation. “Obsidian Syndicate. Testing our defenses before their real move at the gala.”
“Let them test,” Sebastian’s words carried pure venom. “Though perhaps we should demonstrate exactly why attacking a Blackwood always proves… fatal.”
“James,” Liv’s voice carried lethal silk through secure channels. “Execute Protocol Avalanche. Let’s show the Obsidian Syndicate exactly how we handle hostile takeover attempts.”
Her burning ice smile promised destruction while Sebastian’s aristocratic features showed pure appreciation for her particular brand of financial warfare.
“Protocol Avalanche confirmed,” James Sterling’s professional precision never wavered. “Defense systems engaging. Redirecting their attacks through our Singapore shell companies.”
“Rather fascinating,” Sebastian’s tone held dangerous amusement, “how thoroughly they’ll destroy their own infrastructure while thinking they’re breaching ours.”
Alexander Blackwood’s fury transformed into predatory satisfaction as the first reports of Obsidian’s systems failing appeared on their screens. “Forty-three percent loss, indeed. Though perhaps not quite the way they intended.”
“Keep watching,” Liv’s voice carried pure venom. “Let’s see exactly how Mr. Drake explains this particular failure to his masters.”
“Impossible,” Victoria Blackwood’s voice cracked through the stunned silence. “These numbers can’t-“
The screens blazed with another surge, cutting off her protest as board members stared at their tablets in pure shock.
“Seventy percent gain,” Alexander managed, his aristocratic composure shattering. “How in God’s name-“
“Fascinating reaction time,” Sebastian’s tone held dangerous amusement as he watched Obsidian’s positions collapse. His eyes never left Liv’s perfectly composed expression, recognizing exactly whose hand had orchestrated this devastation.
“Our attackers seem to be experiencing some… technical difficulties,” Liv’s burning ice smile promised more destruction to come. “Rather unfortunate timing for their systems to turn against them.”
“Eighty percent,” Victoria whispered as another wave of gains lit up their screens. “This isn’t possible.”
Sebastian sends a suspicious look to Liv. “Darling?” His voice held a dangerous amusement. “What did you do now?”
“Me?” Liv’s burning ice smile turned purely innocent as another surge lit up their screens. “I merely ensured our friends at Obsidian learned proper financial etiquette.”
“Ninety percent gain,” Alexander’s voice held pure shock. “In under five minutes.”
“Fascinating timing,” Sebastian’s aristocratic features showed lethal appreciation. “Though perhaps not as fascinating as how thoroughly you orchestrated this particular… lesson.”
“A lady never reveals her methods,” Liv’s tone carried dangerous silk. “Though Mr. Drake might want to reconsider his choice of playmates.”
“One hundred percent,” Victoria whispered, her composure completely shattered. “Obsidian’s entire attack structure just… collapsed.”
Part 2: Military Precision
“Tell me about the physical breaches,” Sebastian’s voice carried lethal interest. “Exactly how thoroughly did they test our defenses?”
James’s professional tone cut through secure channels. “Three simultaneous strikes. Singapore storage facility, Hong Kong data center, London research complex. Military precision, sir. These weren’t common mercenaries.”
“Kovač’s signature,” Liv’s burning ice smile turned predatory. “Though perhaps not as fascinating as how quickly our security teams responded.”
“Four casualties,” Victoria’s aristocratic features showed controlled fury. “All attackers. Rather impressive body count for a simple test run.”
“More impressive,” Alexander’s tone held dangerous satisfaction, “was how thoroughly they failed to breach the inner perimeters. Though the timing of their retreat…”
“Perfect coordination,” Sebastian finished, his eyes showing pure calculation. “Almost as if they never intended to succeed.”
“The attacks weren’t random,” James’s professional tone cut through secure channels. “Each strike targeted specific weak points in our infrastructure.”
“Military precision,” Sebastian’s aristocratic features showed dangerous calculation. “Kovač’s teams knew exactly where to hit.”
“The Singapore facility,” Victoria’s voice carried pure fury. “Three storage units completely destroyed. Precision charges, military grade.”
“Hong Kong wasn’t about data,” Alexander’s tone held dangerous understanding. “They targeted our new defense prototypes. Rather specific knowledge for a simple test run.”
“Most fascinating,” Sebastian’s aristocratic features showed lethal calculation, “was their focus on Research Lab Seven in London.”
“The one housing our latest encryption developments,” Liv’s burning ice smile turned predatory. “Though perhaps not as fascinating as how thoroughly they avoided Lab Eight next door.”
“They knew,” James’s professional precision cut through secure channels. “Exactly which facilities held value. Which projects to target.”
“Inside information,” Sebastian’s words promised destruction. “Rather unfortunate for Mr. Drake that he just revealed exactly how deep Obsidian’s infiltration reaches.”
“The damage reports keep coming,” Victoria’s voice held barely controlled rage. “Each facility targeted with surgical precision.”
“Two billion in prototype losses,” Alexander’s aristocratic features showed pure fury. “Another three in structural damage to our Singapore complex.”
“Though perhaps,” Sebastian’s tone carried dangerous silk, “we should discuss the rather specific nature of their targets. Lab Seven but not Eight. Storage Three but not Four.”
“Pattern recognition,” Liv’s burning ice smile turned predatory. “Almost as if someone provided them with our exact security layouts.”
“Someone who recently gained access to our merger documentation,” Victoria’s words promised vengeance. “Rather unfortunate timing for the Montgomery family’s new financial advisor.”
“More unfortunate,” Sebastian’s voice held lethal amusement, “will be explaining to Petrov exactly why their perfect strike just cost Obsidian twelve billion in market losses.”
“Our facilities remain vulnerable,” Alexander’s tone carried lethal precision. “Even with doubled security, Kovač’s teams proved our weak points.”
“Then perhaps,” Liv’s burning ice smile turned purely predatory, “we should give them exactly what they expect to find.”
Sebastian’s aristocratic features showed dangerous appreciation. “Empty facilities. Stripped of value. While our real operations…”
“Move to the shadow sites,” Victoria finished, her voice holding pure satisfaction. “Though perhaps not as fascinating as how thoroughly we’ll document every attempt they make to breach them.”
“James,” Liv’s words carried silk-wrapped steel. “Initiate Protocol Ghost. Let’s show our friends at Obsidian exactly how we handle uninvited guests.”
“Rather unfortunate,” Sebastian’s tone promised destruction, “how much effort they’ll waste attacking empty shells.”
“One more detail,” James’s professional tone cut through their planning. “The attackers left something rather specific at each site.”
Sebastian’s aristocratic features showed dangerous interest. “Show us.”
The screens lit up with three identical symbols – a perfect obsidian circle crossed with platinum lines.
“Their signature,” Victoria’s voice carried pure venom. “Rather bold of them to claim responsibility so openly.”
“More interesting,” Liv’s burning ice smile turned predatory, “is how thoroughly they wanted us to know exactly who we’re dealing with.”
“A message,” Alexander’s tone held lethal understanding. “Though perhaps not the one they intended to send.”
Part 3: Shadow Games
Obsidian Syndicate Headquarters – Moscow
“The placement must be perfect,” Petrov’s voice carried pure ice as he studied the gala blueprints. “No mistakes. No survivors.”
Lin Wei’s professional precision never wavered as she indicated key structural points. “Charges here, here, and here. The entire building will collapse within thirty seconds.”
“Rather elegant solution,” Petrov’s tone held lethal satisfaction. “Though perhaps not as elegant as how thoroughly the Blackwood-Sinclair alliance will end.”
“The devices are undetectable,” Lin’s features showed dangerous pride. “Even Emma Harrison’s security protocols won’t find them once they’re in place.”
“And Drake’s position at the Montgomery table ensures perfect timing,” Petrov’s smile promised destruction. “Sometimes the most devastating move isn’t in the explosion itself…”
“But in watching your enemies realize, far too late, exactly who orchestrated their destruction,” Lin’s voice carried pure silk. “The gala will be their perfect finale.”
“Send Romano,” Petrov’s voice carried lethal precision. “Her particular talents ensure perfect access to the gala’s inner circle.”
Lin Wei’s features showed dangerous calculation. “Isabella’s already secured an invitation through the Montgomery family. Rather fascinating how thoroughly she’s earned their trust.”
“More fascinating,” Petrov’s tone held pure ice, “will be watching her place our little surprises while charming London’s elite. The perfect social butterfly, carrying perfect destruction.”
“She never fails,” Lin’s words promised devastation. “Though perhaps we should discuss her rather specific instructions regarding the Sinclair woman.”
“No survivors,” Petrov’s smile turned purely predatory. “Especially not the ones who dared challenge Obsidian’s power.”
“Isabella will ensure it,” Lin’s voice carried silk-wrapped steel. “The gala’s guest list just became their death warrant.”
“The gala requires perfect timing,” Petrov’s voice carried lethal precision. “Lin, ensure Romano has every detail of the security rotations.”
“Already done,” Lin’s features showed dangerous satisfaction. “Though perhaps more interesting is her particular… friendship with Victoria Blackwood.”
“Perfect access,” Petrov’s tone held pure ice. “The board member’s trust provides cover for placing the devices during their tedious security speeches.”
“The first charge goes beneath the main hall,” Lin indicated the blueprints with surgical precision. “The second during the investment announcements. The third…”
“When Marcus reveals his grand merger,” Petrov’s smile promised destruction. “Rather fitting that his moment of triumph becomes their final breath.”
“Isabella never disappoints,” Lin’s voice carried silk-wrapped steel. “By the time anyone realizes, it will be far too late.”
Petrov’s voice turned purely lethal. “Sinclair Security has been a particular thorn in our operations.”
Lin’s features showed calculated interest. “Their intervention in Prague last year cost us three billion. Rather unfortunate how thoroughly they dismantled our network.”
“More unfortunate,” Petrov’s tone held dangerous satisfaction, “was discovering exactly who runs their operations. The charming Ms. Sinclair isn’t just the socialite heiress she pretends to be.”
“Her father’s perfect shadow warrior,” Lin’s words carried pure ice. “Though perhaps not as perfect as she believes.”
“The gala changes everything,” Petrov’s smile promised destruction. “When the charges detonate, we eliminate not just the Blackwood-Sinclair alliance…”
“But the entire Sinclair Security command structure,” Lin’s voice held silk-wrapped steel. “All their key operatives will be present. Rather fitting to end both their public and shadow operations in one perfect strike.”
“Raj Sinclair,” Petrov’s voice turned to pure venom. “The shadow king of financial warfare. Always one step ahead of our operations.”
Lin’s features showed lethal understanding. “Prague wasn’t just about money. He personally coordinated the strike teams that destroyed our European network.”
“The father’s perfect legacy,” Petrov’s tone held dangerous satisfaction. “Though perhaps not as perfect as watching both father and daughter die together at their own celebration.”
“He’ll be there?” Lin’s words carried calculated interest.
“Of course,” Petrov’s smile promised destruction. “The great Raj Sinclair would never miss his daughter’s triumph. Rather fitting that his pride becomes their death warrant.”
“The Sinclair King is as clear as death,” Lin’s voice held silk-wrapped steel. “All because they couldn’t resist showing their power.”
“One more detail,” Petrov’s voice carried lethal precision. “Raj Sinclair isn’t just attending. He’s delivering the keynote address.”
Lin’s features showed pure calculation. “Rather specific timing. The charges would detonate exactly during his speech.”
“Poetry,” Petrov’s tone held dangerous satisfaction. “The great shadow warrior, destroyed while revealing his daughter’s triumph to London’s elite.”
“Though perhaps,” Lin’s words carried silk-wrapped steel, “we should discuss the rather interesting guest list he’s bringing. His entire command structure…”
“All of them,” Petrov’s smile promised destruction. “Every key operative who helped destroy our operations. Prague. Geneva. Singapore. All gathered for one perfect moment.”
“The end of an era,” Lin’s voice turned purely predatory. “Sinclair Security dies with its king.”
