Chapter 8
Steven stepped up to the edge of the head table, slamming the battered leather briefcase onto the mahogany wood.
The latches snapped open loudly, spilling confidential financial dossiers and medical records across the crystal glasses.
"Game over, Arthur," Steven stated, his voice carrying the deadly calm of a coiled predator.
Arthur glanced down at the papers without a single trace of panic in his cold eyes.
"You think a few stolen corporate files can touch me, boy?" Arthur scoffed, taking a slow sip of his scotch.
"The federal prosecutors in Washington are already reviewing every document in that case," Steven replied evenly.
"And within one hour, federal marshals will seize every asset belonging to Sterling Industries."
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Jessica gasped, looking frantically between her father and the spilled paperwork.
"Dad... what is this? What is he talking about?" Jessica demanded, her voice cracking.
