Chapter 10 - The Co-Conspirator Uncle
David drove straight to the downtown Washington D.C. headquarters of Vance Tech Industries to confront his chief financial officer.
Marcus Vance sat behind his glass-walled corner office desk, wearing a sharp navy suit and sipping hot espresso.
David kicked the heavy glass door open, sending it crashing against the interior wall with a thunderous bang.
Marcus stood up smoothly, adjusting his tie with an arrogant smirk that mirrored his sister's cruel expression.
"David! What brings you to the financial floor in the middle of a workday?" Marcus asked, feigning utter innocence.
David slammed the photographs of the offshore wire transfers directly onto Marcus's polished glass desk.
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"You and Eleanor drained twelve million dollars from our R&D accounts, Marcus," David growled, stepping into his face.
Marcus glanced at the photos, his smirk slowly fading into a cold, calculating glare as he realized the game was up.
