Chapter 7
"Who is 'they', Rachel?" Julian demanded, leaning forward until his face was inches away from hers under the harsh light.
"The executive board... led by Director Vance," Rachel sobbed, her aristocratic facade completely dissolving into pathetic hysterics.
Julian leaned back slowly, a dark, dangerous realization dawning upon his features as he processed the name of his greatest corporate rival.
"Vance wanted control of the upcoming government defense contract, and he thought eliminating my heir would force my resignation," Julian deduced.
"Yes! They said the merger was too big for one family to control, so they had to send a message," Rachel wept openly.
Julian stood up from the metal table, adjusting the lapels of his navy blue three-piece suit with cold, calculated efficiency.
"Your confession has been recorded and transmitted directly to the federal prosecutor's office," Julian informed her without a shred of pity.
"You can spend the rest of your natural life explaining corporate conspiracy theories to a federal judge."
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Rachel screamed in absolute despair as federal marshals entered the holding room to escort her to a maximum-security prison cell.
Julian walked out into the corridor, pulling out his secure satellite phone to initiate the final phase of his counter-offensive.
