Chapter 18 - The Trap In Geneva
Twenty-four hours later, our private jet touched down at Geneva International Airport under a crisp, gray Swiss sky.
We didn't go to a hotel; our motorcade drove straight to the gleaming glass headquarters of Weber Global Banking on the shores of Lake Geneva.
Security guards rushed to block our path as my father and I strode through the revolving glass doors of the grand marble lobby.
Before they could raise their hands, Officer Miller flashed a high-level diplomatic arrest warrant authorized by the Swiss Federal Prosecutor.
“Step aside. Federal diplomatic immunity and international audit authority,” Officer Miller announced with absolute, unyielding force.
We took the private elevator directly to the top-floor executive suite, where Baron Klaus von Weber sat behind his mahogany desk.
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He looked up from his computer screens, his aristocratic face freezing in utter shock as we walked uninvited into his office.
“Mr. Vance… Mrs. Vance… this is highly irregular,” Weber stammered, standing up while smoothing his bespoke Italian suit jacket.
