Chapter 7 - The Revelation
The silence in the ballroom morphed into confusion, then shock.
Arthur Sterling dropped his champagne glass. It shattered against the marble floor. Preston’s smug smile melted into a mask of pure horror. He gripped the podium, his knuckles turning white.
"Julian?" Preston gasped, the microphone catching his trembling voice. "That's... that's impossible. Security! Who let him in?"
Julian didn't stop walking until he reached the center of the room. He didn't look at the crowd. He looked only at Preston.
"Security works for the owner of the building, Preston," Julian said, his voice echoing through the massive hall. "And as of this morning, Vanguard Holdings owns this hotel. Just like we own Sterling Investments."
The crowd gasped. Whispers erupted like wildfire.
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Julian pulled a sleek black tablet from his jacket. "You thought you could steal my life's work. You thought because I didn't have a trust fund, I didn't have teeth." Julian tapped a button on the screen.
Behind Preston, the massive projector screen meant for a corporate presentation flickered to life.
