Chapter 7 - Security Guards Surround The Manhattan Dining Hall Table
Four heavy-set private security officers in black suits marched purposefully across the parquet flooring of the dining hall.
They formed an impenetrable perimeter around the center table, blocking all exits from the immediate dining area.
“Mr. Vance, do you require immediate assistance with this individual?” the head of security asked respectfully.
“Detain Victoria Vance and lock down all executive comms terminals in the building,” Julian ordered without hesitation.
Two guards stepped forward, grabbing Victoria by her bare shoulders before she could make a break for the grand exit.
“Get your hands off me! You can’t do this in public! I demand my attorney!” Victoria shrieked, kicking her high heels.
“Your attorney won’t be able to help you in a federal penitentiary, Victoria,” Julian replied coldly, turning his back on her.
He knelt down beside seven-year-old Leo, pulling his brave son into a tight, protective embrace.
“You saved my life tonight, buddy. I am so sorry I didn't listen to you sooner,” Julian choked out, holding him close.
“I just wanted to keep you safe, Daddy, like Mom asked me to do,” Leo replied into his father's shoulder.
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The wealthy guests watched in stunned silence as the weeping socialite was dragged away in disgrace.
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