A spiderweb of cracks suddenly appeared in the bulletproof glass at 23 Wall Street, and Victor knew it was Emily's greeting. He activated his office's electromagnetic shielding and removed the ten-year sealed memory chip from his dentures - it held all the dirt from Emily's Yale Law School days, including how she used a professor's skull as a marijuana bong.
"Blackstone Group Clause 7," he read the encrypted email aloud into the air, "automatically initiates organ retrieval process if Clean Tech generates emotional swings in excess of 47% of budget." The holographic projection showed real-time monitoring data of Emily's kidneys, which were flowing with enough metabolites of banned substances to prosecute three presidents.
The moment Emily broke the window, Victor hit the Tesla coil switch hidden in his pocket watch. Her platinum bracelet suddenly heats up to 300 degrees Celsius, and the smell of burnt skin mixes with Chanel No. 5 perfume in a hellish cocktail. But the real killing trick was hidden deeper - those tracking chips implanted in her bone marrow were currently synchronizing the Blackstone Group's dark accounts to the FBI director's private server.