Chapter 8 - The Fall of the Traitor
"Marcus Vance, you are under arrest for corporate espionage, embezzlement, and the murder of Thomas Sterling," the lead FBI agent announced, slapping handcuffs onto Marcus’s wrists.
Marcus fought against the agents, his pristine facade shattering into pure, panicked desperation. He looked at me, his eyes filled with venom.
"You think you've won, David?!" Marcus spat as they dragged him toward the door. "You have nothing! Your brother is dead! You're a lonely, pathetic man sitting on a pile of money!"
I stepped close to him, so close he could see the absolute peace in my eyes.
"I'm not lonely anymore, Marcus," I whispered. "I have a niece. And she has her uncle."
As the elevator doors closed on Marcus, purging the poison from my company forever, I felt a massive weight lift from my shoulders. The empire was clean. My brother was avenged.
But the war wasn't completely over. I pulled out my phone and called the estate.
"Vance," I said. "How is she?"
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"Dr. Thorne just finished the final chelation treatment, boss," Vance reported, his usually gruff voice thick with emotion. "Her vitals are stabilizing. She's awake. And she's asking for you."
I left the boardroom, ignoring the shouting reporters and the chaos of the executives. For the first time in my life, I wasn't rushing to a meeting. I was rushing home.
