Chapter 12 - Arthur Sterling’s Empire Collapses in Real Time
Down at the downtown D.C. corporate headquarters of Vance-Global, federal marshals swarmed the executive boardrooms.
Arthur Sterling sat at the mahogany conference table, attempting to shred physical ledger files as agents breached his office.
“You have no jurisdiction here! I am the interim CEO of this corporation!” Arthur shrieked as steel cuffs clamped onto his wrists.
Up in the penthouse, Julian watched the live security feed streaming onto his desk monitor as Arthur was escorted out in disgrace.
The corruption that had poisoned his company for over a decade was finally being excised with surgical precision.
Julian turned around slowly to face Clara, who was standing by the U.S. flag near the curtained archway.
“You risked your life infiltrating my stronghold just to expose a monster wearing my tie,” Julian remarked softly.
“My father taught me that justice isn't given, Julian... it has to be taken back from the people who steal it,” Clara replied.
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Julian walked over, stopping just feet away from her, the heavy weight of the past finally lifted from his shoulders.
“Your father would be damn proud of you, Clara,” Julian murmured sincerely.
