Chapter 13 - THE FALL OF CHARLES VANCE
Charles stared at the court documents on his plate, his face turning an unhealthy shade of pale gray.
"You can't do this... my political connections in Washington will have your badges!" Charles screamed, losing his composure.
"Your political connections are currently sharing prison blocks with your brother Richard," Victoria reminded him smoothly.
Charles lunged across the table to grab Victoria by the collar, but Arthur intercepted his arm in a brutal vice grip.
A sharp crack echoed through the pavilion as Arthur twisted Charles's arm backward, forcing him onto his knees.
"Never raise your hands in the presence of the majority shareholder," Arthur hissed in a low, dangerous tone.
Local security guards rushed toward the table, but the federal marshals flashed their gold badges, stopping them dead in their tracks.
"Take him into federal custody," Victoria ordered, turning her back on the broken man.
Charles was hauled away in zip-ties, kicking and screaming obscenities into the tropical night air.
Victoria walked out to the edge of the marina dock, watching the waves crash gently against the wooden pylons.
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"That's chapter one closed," Arthur said, walking up beside her and handing her a handkerchief.
"Now we return to New York," Victoria replied, wiping a speck of dust from her cuff. "The real restructuring begins tomorrow."
