Chapter 8 - The House of Cards
The screen illuminated the dark, dirty secrets of the Sterling family.
It showed the original source code Julian had written, side-by-side with Preston's patented version, complete with time-stamps proving Julian's ownership. But that was just the beginning.
The screen shifted, displaying bank records, illegal offshore transfers, and the exact documents showing how Preston had bankrupted his own company through negligence.
"You signed the collateral contracts, Preston," Julian said, his voice devoid of pity. "You gave Vanguard Holdings everything. Your company. Your penthouses. The cars in your driveway. As of midnight tonight, you are entirely bankrupt."
Arthur Sterling lunged forward, his face purple with rage. "You little rat! We'll sue you into oblivion! You're nothing but a maid's son!"
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Julian stepped forward, leaning in close so only the Sterlings could hear his next words.
"And you," Julian whispered, "are a man who is about to learn what it feels like to have nothing."
