Chapter 13 - The Letter From London
Two weeks after Richard’s arraignment, a heavy cream-colored envelope arrived at our Manhattan penthouse via private diplomatic courier.
The envelope bore no return address, only a vintage wax seal stamped with the crest of the British House of Lords.
I used a silver letter opener to slice open the top, pulling out a single sheet of parchment written in dark fountain pen ink.
“Dear Mrs. Vance,” the letter began, sending an electric surge of tactical adrenaline rushing through my chest.
“You believe you have dismantled the Sterling syndicate by imprisoning Richard and freezing his Greenwich assets.”
“You have no idea that Richard was merely an expendable pawn for our primary European investment council.”
“Inside Vault 7 at the Bank of England lies the original 1920 charter proving your family’s shipping empire was built on stolen European capital.”
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“If you do not transfer forty percent of Vance Global Holdings to our London office by next Friday at midnight…”
“We will release the documentation to the international maritime courts, destroying your family legacy forever.”
