Chapter 7 - THE FIFTH AVENUE APARTMENT
Two days after the incident at the hotel, rain lashed against the windows of Samantha's private duplex apartment overlooking Central Park. The interior was sleek, modern, and filled with rare art pieces that had belonged to her family for generations.
Samantha sat at her marble kitchen island, dressed in a comfortable cashmere sweater, drinking a hot cup of Earl Grey tea. Her dark hair was loose over her shoulders, and her face showed no signs of the chaos that was unfolding across national media.
Her chief investigator, Marcus, entered the kitchen carrying a leather tablet and a fresh stack of financial intelligence reports.
"Julian tried to access his offshore account in the Cayman Islands this morning," Marcus reported, placing the tablet on the counter. "The transfer was automatically flagged and blocked by federal authorities under the emergency freeze order."
Samantha took a slow sip of her tea, looking out at the rain-soaked trees of Central Park. "Has he made contact with Senator Sterling yet?"
"Yes, ma'am," Marcus confirmed. "He went to the Senator's private residence in Connecticut yesterday afternoon, begging for a political intervention or a corporate bailout."
"And what did the Senator tell him?" Samantha asked, her voice calm and devoid of curiosity.
"The Senator had his private security escort Julian off the grounds," Marcus replied with a subtle nod. "In political circles, a man who loses his fortune to his wife overnight is considered toxic radioactive waste."
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Samantha set her teacup down, her eyes narrowing slightly as she looked at the second file on the counter. "What about the emerald dress? Where is Veronica staying?"
"She checked into a midtown motel after her black cards were canceled," Marcus said. "And she just filed a formal civil lawsuit against Julian for fraud and emotional distress."
