Chapter 3: The Cold War
For the next week, Julian played a dangerous game. He attended board meetings, shook hands with the "elite" of the city, and smiled at the people who had terrorized his wife. He began to systematically dismantle their world from the inside.
He didn't use violence. He used their own weapon: arrogance.
He leaked confidential internal audits to the SEC. He rerouted their supply chains. He called in debts that his father had assumed were forgiven. Every night, he went home to Elena, held her, and whispered, "They won't be able to hurt you for much longer."
By the third day, the family began to panic. Their stock prices were plummeting. Their offshore accounts were being flagged by international regulators.
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"Julian!" his father screamed over the phone. "The auditors are at the front gate! What have you done? Call them off!"
"I don't know what you're talking about, Father," Julian replied, his voice smooth as glass. "Perhaps your legacy isn't as secure as you thought."
