Chapter 14
Heavy footsteps descended the stairs once more, accompanied by the awkward rustle of cheap black garbage bags scraping against the walls.
Marcus reappeared in the foyer, sweating profusely, his dark grey shirt wrinkled and his tie hanging loosely around his collar.
He dragged two bulging trash bags across the pristine tile floor, stopping just short of the open doorway where two guards waited.
"This isn't over, Vanessa; you'll hear from my legal counsel before the sun comes up tomorrow," Marcus spat, his voice shaking with malice.
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"Your legal counsel dropped you the moment I forwarded the embezzlement audit reports to their senior partners twenty minutes ago," Vanessa replied.
Marcus froze, his face turning an ash-gray color as the final pillar of his professional safety net completely collapsed beneath him.
