Chapter 3 - Brendan’s Mockery Turns to Panic
“Director? Are you out of your mind, Vance? She’s just a charity case we tolerate out of family pity!” Brendan roared.
Vance turned slowly, his eyes narrowing into cold, unyielding slits as he fixed his gaze on the panicked executive.
“You are addressing the sole controlling shareowner and chief executive officer of Morrison-Vanguard Global Corp,” Vance stated flatly.
The air in the luxurious dining room turned instantly frigid, heavier than the ice water still dripping from Cassidy’s hair.
“That’s impossible... the founder of Vanguard is an anonymous trust holding company based in Zurich!” Diane shrieked hysterically.
“A trust that Director Cassidy established five years before she ever laid eyes on your mediocre son,” Vance countered sharply.
Cassidy slowly raised her hand, wiping a stray drop of dirty water from her cheek while maintaining steady eye contact.
“You wanted to see me clean, Diane,” Cassidy said softly, her voice carrying the chilling weight of absolute authority.
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“Now let’s see how clean your family’s balance sheets look once federal auditors finish scrubbing them raw.”
Brendan’s face drained of every drop of color, turning a sickly, translucent gray that matched the stormy Boston evening outside.
