Chapter 12 - Interrogating Arthur At The Safehouse
Inside a secure federal holding facility in downtown Manhattan, Arthur sat handcuffed to a stainless-steel examination table.
His expensive tuxedo was ruined, his hair was disheveled, and his arrogant demeanor had completely evaporated into thin air.
The heavy metal door clicked open, and Maren stepped into the stark, windowless room wearing her combat uniform.
She pulled out a metal chair, sitting down directly across from him without uttering a single word for nearly a full minute.
“Look at what you’ve done to your own family, Maren... throwing your mother and me to the wolves over petty grievances,” Arthur muttered.
“Petty grievances? You sold my military coordinates to a terrorist syndicate for a corporate stock bump,” Maren replied softly.
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“Business requires sacrifice, and you were reported KIA in the line of duty anyway! We just capitalized on an unfortunate reality!” Arthur snapped.
Maren’s eyes narrowed into dangerous slits, the sheer audacity of his sociopathic rationalization leaving her momentarily speechless.
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