CHAPTER 4
"It shouldn't matter whose son he is, Julian," Sarah said coldly, kneeling down to help Owen adjust the straps of his carbon-fiber prosthetic leg.
"A grown man who assaults a disabled child in a room full of witnesses is not a leader," Sarah added, helping Owen stand up and placing his metallic cane gently back into his small hand. "He is a coward."
Owen held his head high, wiping a stray tear from his cheek, his dark red silk tie resting straight against his charcoal grey velvet blazer.
"I moved out of his way, Mom," Owen whispered proudly, his young voice ringing clear across the quiet room. "He kicked my leg on purpose."
Marcus Vance tapped his earbud, listening intently to the radio feed from the club’s central security control center.
"Security team confirmed," Marcus announced loudly to the entire ballroom. "Camera angle four clearly shows Mr. Vance extending his left foot to trip the boy and verbalizing a threat before the fall."
Gasps of utter disgust filled the room as several prominent board members turned their backs on Julian, shaking their heads in absolute condemnation.
"Further," Marcus continued sternly, "the United States District Attorney’s office representative present tonight has requested local law enforcement response."
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Julian stumbled backward against the ruined display table, looking frantically around the room for support from his corporate allies, but every single person looked away with cold detachment.
The untouchable financial titan who had spent decades intimidating colleagues and bullying subordinates had been reduced to a pathetic social outcast in less than five minutes.
