Chapter 15 - Senator Vance Tries To Force An Emergency Financial Settlement
At two o'clock in the morning, Julian’s private desk phone rang with an unlisted high-security line from Washington D.C.
Julian picked up the receiver, his voice calm, cold, and composed: “You’re calling late, Senator Vance.”
On the other end of the line, Senator Arthur Vance sat in his plush leather armchair in his private office, sipping scotch with a tight jaw.
“Julian, my daughter just called me in tears from a hotel in New Haven,” Senator Vance said, his political voice rich and smooth as velvet.
“She claims you had her forcibly removed from the estate by security guards. I’m sure this is all a terrible misunderstanding over Eleanor.”
“There is no misunderstanding, Senator,” Julian replied, his voice like sharp ice cutting through the quiet night air of the room.
“Your daughter threw my sixty-two-year-old mother out into a freezing rainstorm to steal her power of attorney and take my land.”
Senator Vance chuckled softly, a low, condescending sound that dripped with political arrogance and supreme confidence in his power.
“Let’s be pragmatic, Julian. Sterling Logistics needs my federal maritime licenses to operate in New York and Boston harbors.”
“If you move forward with a divorce or public scandal, I will revoke those licenses tomorrow, and your company will be bankrupt by Friday.”
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Julian looked down at the sworn affidavit lying on his desk, a cold, dark smile appearing on his face for the first time tonight.
“You can’t revoke anything from a federal prison cell, Arthur,” Julian said softly, hanging up the phone before the Senator could reply.
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