Chapter 2: The Smoking Gun
Julian scrambled back, his vanity still fighting for dominance. "You... you can't be here. This is private property! I'll call my lawyers! I'll have you arrested for trespassing!"
General Vance laughed—a dry, humorless sound. He motioned to his aide, who stepped forward and placed a rugged, military-grade encrypted briefcase on the coffee table. The "Click-Clack" of the latches opening sounded like a firing squad in the silent room.
"You want to know what I brought?" the General asked, his eyes locking onto Julian’s.
Inside were files. Not just legal documents, but high-resolution satellite imagery, bank records, and intercepted communication logs.
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"Evidence," the General stated, his voice dropping to a gravelly low. "This contains proof of your shell companies, your illegal arms smuggling through the Port of Long Beach, and the recorded conversations where you planned to ‘dispose’ of Clara. This isn't a civil divorce, Julian. This is federal treason and capital-level racketeering. You aren't going to court. You're going to a black site."
The room went cold. Julian looked at the files. His knees buckled. He knew. He knew that the moment these files hit the desk of the Department of Justice, his life as a billionaire ended, and his life as a prisoner began.
