Chapter 6 - The Fall of the Vales"Elena...?! Julian Moretti?!" Marcus Vance stammered, his face turning an ugly, paper-white shade of shock as he stumbled up from his leather chair at the head table. "What... what is the meaning of this intrusion?!"
Julian didn't draw a weapon. He walked slowly down the carpeted central aisle, stopping three feet from Marcus, setting an encrypted digital tablet flat onto the mahogany table.
With a single tap of his thumb, the screen illuminated with high-definition corporate ledgers, intercepted audio files, and federal wiretap logs.
The red numbers lit up the dark room:
FEDERAL FRAUD & EMBEZZLEMENT INDICTMENTS: Issued at 10:00 PM today by the High Court of Monaco against Lord Marcus Vance & Arthur Vale.
UNLAWFUL ASSET STRIPPING: Documenting eight million Euros stolen from the Vance Maritime Employee Trust over three years.
EX-PARTE JUDICIAL SEIZURE: Reverting one hundred percent of disputed European docking shares directly to The Elena Vance Sovereign Trust.
Arthur Vale let out a guttural, frantic shriek, collapsing flat onto his knees right on the marble floorboards. "NO! NO! IT'S A LIE! MARCUS PROMISED ME THE MARSEILLE LEASE WAS SECURE!"
"Marcus promised you a lie, Arthur," I spoke cleanly into the quiet room. My deep voice carried an unyielding, velvet power that echoed off the high ceiling. "Because neither of you realized that my father assigned full execution authority to me three years ago."
Cassandra Vale lunged toward me with a frantic, suicidal rage, her manicured nails raised toward my face. "YOU RUINED MY LIFE, YOU BITCH!"
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Before Cassandra’s fingers could touch my dress, Julian Moretti’s chief security officer stepped forward with blinding speed, disarming her with a single swift movement and locking heavy steel handcuffs around her wrists.
CLICK. CLICK.
"GET OFF ME! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!" Cassandra shrieked in pathetic, hysterical terror as female officers stepped forward to drag her out through the brass doors in total, public disgrace.
Simultaneously, four uniformed Monegasque police officers stepped into the lounge, placing heavy steel restraints around Lord Marcus Vance and Arthur Vale.
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"Marcus Vance and Arthur Vale," the lead police captain announced flatly. "You are under arrest for High Federal Wire Fraud, Embezzlement, and Corporate Extortion."
Arthur Vale wept hysterically as he was dragged across the marble floor in chains, his arrogant life completely ruined before the eyes of Europe's business elite.
