Chapter 8 - The Confession
Vance pointed the gun directly at my forehead. “Step away from the console.”
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“I said step away!” Vance grabbed my hair, ripping the wig off my head. My dark hair tumbled down my shoulders. He shoved me hard against the server racks. Pain flared in my shoulder, but I kept my eyes locked on his.
“You murdered her,” I spat, blood trickling from my lip. “You murdered my mother because she started asking questions about her adoption records.”
“She was a loose end,” Vance sneered, his finger tightening on the trigger. “Just like Arthur. And just like you. I built this empire, Clara. Do you have any idea how much money is in this room? Presidents, royalty, tech billionaires—they all owe me. They all bought from me.”
“And now they’re all going down,” I said.
Vance laughed. “You think you can stop this? You’re a wanted fugitive. Even if they find your body down here, it’ll be ruled a justified shooting of a crazed murderer. No one will ever believe you.”
“They won't have to take my word for it,” I smiled, my teeth stained red.
I glanced at the monitor over his shoulder.
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Vance frowned, turning to look at the screen. His arrogant expression dissolved into pure, unfiltered terror.
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“What did you do?” he whispered.
“Arthur sends his regards,” I said.
