Chapter 10 - The Airport Tarmac
At 1:15 PM, two unmarked federal SUVs screamed past the security gates of a private airfield in New Jersey.
Tires screeching against the asphalt, the vehicles boxed in a sleek Gulfstream private jet idling on the runway.
Marcus Vance stepped down the aircraft stairs holding a leather duffel bag, dressed in an expensive cashmere travel coat.
He froze as Agent Caleb Brooks and Eleanor Vance stepped out of the lead vehicle into the windy airstrip air.
"Marcus Vance, you are under federal arrest for wire fraud, money laundering, and corporate conspiracy," Caleb declared loudly.
Marcus dropped his duffel bag, his face contorting into an ugly mask of pure rage as he glared at Eleanor.
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"You arrogant fool, Eleanor! Without me, this company will crumble into bankruptcy within forty-eight hours!" Marcus screamed.
"The company will survive, Marcus. But your freedom won't," Eleanor replied calmly, standing tall in the wind.
