Chapter 14
Down in a cold, fluorescent-lit holding facility across town, Logan Vance sat in a gray jumpsuit behind a thick glass partition.
His hair was uncombed, his eyes hollow and bloodshot as he stared blankly at a small wall-mounted television screen.
The morning financial news broadcast flashed live footage of the Sterling-Vance Global boardroom meeting in downtown Manhattan.
He watched in sheer horror as his ex-wife, radiant in sapphire blue, took control of the corporate empire he had spent a lifetime trying to inherit.
"She took everything... my name, my company, my entire life," Logan muttered to himself, his voice cracking with bitter despair.
A corrupt prison guard standing nearby chuckled darkly, tapping his nightstick against the metal door frame.
"You picked a fight with the wrong family, Mr. Vance," the guard remarked indifferently.
"Arthur Sterling doesn't just play the game; he rewrites the rulebook while you're still reading the table of contents."
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Logan slumped forward, pressing his forehead against the cold glass partition as the full, inescapable weight of his ruin crushed him.
Meanwhile, back in the penthouse, Clara celebrated her monumental victory with a quiet cup of organic tea by the window.
