Chapter 19
“Victoria was sloppy,” Vance muttered, stepping closer so his words wouldn't carry across the crowded museum floor.
“She let her personal taste for cruelty interfere with a very simple, very lucrative financial acquisition.”
“She’s sitting in a federal holding cell right now, Julian,” Emma reminded him, meeting his glare without flinching.
“And the District Attorney has the Swiss death certificates from her previous three victims.”
Vance let out a quiet, dismissive chuckle, taking a slow sip of his expensive scotch.
“Victoria is a disposable asset, Emma,” Vance said, leaning down slightly toward her ear.
“She knows better than to speak my name to federal prosecutors if she wants her younger sister in Berlin to stay alive.”
Emma felt a chill run down her spine at the sheer, casual evil oozing from the billionaire financier standing before her.
To Julian Vance, human lives were nothing more than bargaining chips on a high-frequency trading ledger.
“You think you’re untouchable because of your shell companies in Delaware,” Emma whispered back.
“I know I’m untouchable, Emma,” Vance corrected with absolute, unwavering confidence.
“You’re a glorified maid holding a temporary title given to you by a broken, grieving billionaire.”
“Within a month, the headlines will fade, William Sterling will lose his company, and you’ll be back to scrubbing floors.”
Emma smiled softly—a slow, brilliant smile that caught Vance completely off guard.
She reached into her small velvet evening clutch, pulling out her smartphone with its recorder screen active.
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“Thank you for confirming your connection to Victoria on digital audio, Mr. Vance,” Emma said smoothly.
“The FBI field office in Manhattan has been listening to this entire conversation through my diamond pendant microphone.”
