Chapter 7
Within twenty minutes of Christian walking out of the banquet hall, the Vance Holdings automated algorithms executed a devastating financial strike.
All credit lines extended to Sterling Industries were frozen simultaneously across every major banking institution in New York and Chicago.
Arthur’s phone buzzed incessantly in his pocket as terrified board members demanded emergency explanations.
"It's gone... everything is gone," Arthur whispered, his face turning the color of ash as he looked at his daughter.
Phoebe froze, her violent rage momentarily replaced by a cold wave of dread.
"What do you mean, it's gone? We're the Sterlings!" Phoebe shouted, grabbing her father's lapels.
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Before Arthur could answer, the mahogany doors of the banquet hall swung open with a deafening bang.
Deputy Miller and four armed deputies marched directly toward the head table, ignoring the gasps of the wealthy guests.
