Chapter 6 - DAVID’S FALSE ALIBI
Thirty miles away, David Vance sat behind the polished mahogany desk of his executive office overlooking Lake Michigan.
He slowly lowered his smartphone, his face twisted into an expression of calculated fury.
Across the room, his lead corporate attorney, Marcus, adjusted his glasses with nervous apprehension.
"Did the boy figure it out?" Marcus asked quietly, stepping closer to the massive oak desk.
"He's nine years old, Marcus. He's hysterical and confused," David replied coldly, though his eye twitched with residual panic.
"If the police trace the SUV registration back to our shell company, the whole merger falls apart," Marcus warned.
"The SUV was registered under a dead man's alias in Indiana," David dismissed, standing up and buttoning his suit jacket. "Evelyn knows the drill. She takes the fall, we pay her bail, and Vanessa disappears permanently."
"What about the child?" Marcus pressed, tilting his head.
David walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the distant skyline under the gray autumn sky.
"If Vanessa doesn't survive surgery, Noah becomes my sole legal responsibility," David said with chilling calculation. "And all her family shares transfer directly to me."
A sudden knock on his office door interrupted the silence, making Marcus jump slightly.
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David turned around smoothly, schooling his features into a mask of devastated grief before speaking.
"Come in," David called out, his voice suddenly thick with manufactured sorrow.
