Chapter 10 - THE MIDNIGHT WAR ROOM
The top-floor executive boardroom of Vance Global Holdings blazed with bright white light at 2:00 AM.
A dozen top-tier corporate attorneys and forensic accountants sat silently around the massive obsidian conference table.
The doors swung open, and Chloe walked inside wearing a dry, immaculate white silk pantsuit.
Her blonde hair was styled in sleek waves, and every trace of the rain-soaked trauma had vanished entirely.
She took her seat at the head of the table, resting her hands flat on the polished glass surface.
"Good morning, everyone. Let's begin phase one of the asset liquidation," Chloe commanded smoothly.
The lead attorney nodded, projecting a complex financial web onto the massive wall-mounted digital screen.
"As of midnight, Miss Vance, all revolving credit lines tied to Julian Sterling's holding company have been frozen."
"Furthermore, we've intercepted his primary shipping contracts with the European textile syndicates."
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Chloe watched the data stream by with clinical detachment, knowing exactly how to dismantle Julian piece by piece.
He had wanted a trophy wife to exploit, but he had accidentally married the architect of his financial demise.
