Chapter 4: The Rat in the Walls
Julian collapsed onto the expensive rug, his "apex predator" persona completely shattered. He looked at Clara, his eyes wide with a desperate, pathetic plea. "Clara, please! Tell him! Tell him we’re married! Tell him it’s a misunderstanding!"
Clara stood up. She walked over to the briefcase, picked up one of the photos, and looked at it. It was a picture of Julian meeting with a known arms dealer.
"I remember this night, Julian," Clara said, her voice steady. "I was in the hospital, and you told me you were at a board meeting. You were really selling weapons to war criminals."
She looked at her husband, not with love, but with the cold detachment of a judge. "I stayed silent because I thought you were just a bad man. I didn't realize you were a traitor to this country."
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General Vance stepped up behind his daughter and placed a heavy, protective hand on her shoulder. "He’s not a husband, Clara. He’s a target."
The General turned to his men. "Secure the perimeter. Keep them in this room until the transport arrives. I don't want a single lawyer entering this house until the DOJ has full custody."
