Chapter 18 - The Corporate Slaughter
The emergency board meeting of Vance Holdings was called for eight o'clock on Monday morning.
The massive glass boardroom was packed with the most powerful, wealthy investors in the city.
Marcus sat confidently at the end of the long mahogany table, wearing a smug, victorious smile.
He truly believed his extortion plan had completely paralyzed Julian’s authority over the company.
Julian and I entered the room together, walking in perfect synchronization, presenting an entirely unbreakable front.
We sat at the head of the table, entirely ignoring Marcus’s arrogant, mocking gaze.
"Let us skip the pleasantries," Marcus announced loudly, standing up to address the confused board members.
"I am here to assume control of this company, as my brother has proven completely unfit to lead."
A loud murmur of shock rippled through the wealthy investors.
Julian did not say a single word; he simply leaned back in his leather chair and steepled his fingers.
I stood up, holding a sleek, silver remote control in my right hand.
"Marcus Vance is a remarkably confident man," I said loudly, commanding absolute silence in the room.
"But confidence is a very poor substitute for basic intelligence."
I clicked the remote, and the massive screens behind me instantly flickered to life.
They displayed the highly encrypted offshore bank accounts, the shell companies, and the illegal wire transfers.
"Over the last three months," I announced, projecting my voice clearly for the room to hear.
"Marcus Vance has systematically embezzled over fifty million dollars from our charitable subsidiaries."
Marcus’s smug smile completely vanished, replaced by an ashen mask of pure horror.
"That is a complete fabrication!" Marcus roared, pointing a shaking finger at the screens.
"Is it?" I asked sweetly, clicking the remote one more time.
A video began playing on the screens, showing Marcus explicitly bribing our missing CFO in a dark parking garage.
The board members immediately erupted into absolute outrage, shouting demands for Marcus’s immediate arrest.
Julian finally stood up, buttoning his suit jacket with terrifying, deliberate slowness.
"The FBI is currently waiting for you in the lobby, Marcus," Julian stated, delivering the final, fatal blow.
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Marcus looked completely broken, his entire world shattering violently in front of his very eyes.
"You lose, brother," Julian whispered, watching security guards drag the screaming man out of the boardroom.
