Chapter 5 - The Hedge Fund Mirage Collapses
Arthur turned around slowly, his long overcoat swaying as he faced Mark Vance, who was now trembling violently against the wall.
“General Sterling...” Mark gasped, his knees buckling until he sank down onto one knee among the shattered ceramic shards.
“I didn't know... I swear on my life, I didn't know she was your daughter! She told everyone her family was gone!”
Arthur took a slow step forward, the heel of his leather boot crushing a piece of the porcelain plate into fine powder.
“She told you that because I ordered her to live under a scrubbed identity until my overseas operations were finished,” Arthur said.
“She gave you three years of loyalty, managed your public relations, and helped you secure thirty million dollars in private equity.”
“And you repaid her by stealing her mother’s Delaware trust and laundering it through offshore shell companies in Grand Cayman.”
Mark looked up, his eyes wide with absolute panic as he realized every single move he had made was fully known.
“The SEC doesn't know about those accounts!” Mark blurted out frantically. “How do you know about Cayman?”
Arthur let out a low, humorless chuckle that sent chills down Mark's spine.
“The SEC works on paperwork, son,” Arthur said, pulling a leather-bound dossier from inside his overcoat. “My task force runs the surveillance satellites that track your wire transfers.”
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Arthur dropped the heavy dossier onto Mark’s lap, the thick stack of financial records slapping hard against his thighs.
“Every wire, every bribe to the Manhattan district attorneys, and every penny you skimmed from Sarah’s inheritance is documented right here.”
