Chapter 5 - The Interrogation Room
In the high-security basement holding room of the estate, fluorescent lights buzzed overhead like angry hornets.
Marcus and David sat across a heavy metal table, sweating profusely in their expensive dark grey suits.
The heavy steel door swung open, and Alexander walked in, wearing his pristine navy blue suit and black leather gloves.
He pulled out a heavy oak chair, sitting down directly across from the two men without saying a word for nearly a full minute.
"Mr. Alexander, you're making a massive mistake detaining us like common criminals," David bluffed with a trembling voice.
Alexander leaned forward slowly, resting his gloved hands on the metal table as a chilling silence filled the room.
"You spent five years eating at my table, flying on my private jets, and swearing loyalty to my family crest," Alexander stated quietly.
"And yet, someone on my payroll authorized a private dungeon beneath my foyer to break my wife's spirit," he continued, his eyes turning glacial.
"If you don't give me a name in the next five seconds, you won't live to see the sunrise," Alexander warned without blinking.
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Marcus cracked instantly under the immense psychological pressure, slamming his hands palms-down onto the cold table surface.
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