Chapter 14: The Confrontation Redux
Victoria looked up, trembling, her glamorous aura completely evaporated. She looked pathetic.
"Julian... please," she begged, raising her hands. "I was just following orders! They would have killed me if I didn't break her!"
"You enjoyed it," Julian said, his voice devoid of any emotion. Cold. Dead. "You put her name on a dog bowl."
"I have money! I have access codes! I can give you the head of the syndicate!" she screamed, tears mixing with the blood splattered on her face from her dead guards.
Julian stared at her. He didn't want her money. He wanted justice. But he needed the head of the snake. "Where are the files?" he demanded.
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Shaking violently, she pointed to a reinforced safe in the wall. "The code is 8-1-4-4. It's all in there. Please, Julian. Let me go. I'll disappear."
Julian walked over, keeping his weapon trained on her, and punched in the code. The safe clicked open. Inside was a thick, black leather dossier. He pulled it out, opening it with one hand.
