Chapter 7
An hour later, the black helicopter touched down smoothly on the rooftop helipad of Vance Tower in Manhattan.
Victoria stepped out onto the concrete pad, surrounded by six armed private security officers in suit jackets.
She walked through the double glass doors into the executive penthouse floor, where twenty board members waited in silence.
The floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking view of the illuminated New York skyline under the night sky.
At the head of the long mahogany boardroom table sat Richard Vance—Marcus's father and former chairman.
Richard stood up, his face twisted in a mixture of deep rage and desperate panic as Victoria entered.
"Victoria! What is the meaning of this illegal coup?!" Richard shouted, slamming his heavy fist on the table.
"You froze our corporate operating accounts during international trading hours!"
Victoria walked to the head of the table, taking her seat in the massive leather executive chair.
"Sit down, Richard," Victoria commanded softly, her tone carrying more power than his loud shouting.
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"You're no longer the chairman of this company."
"And by five o'clock this morning, you will be in federal custody for insider trading."
