Chapter 7 - THE REVEAL
“What is that?” Pierce asked, his brow furrowing as he looked at my phone.
“That,” I said, my voice losing its tremble and dropping into a cold, hard register, “is a live audio feed.”
Suddenly, the soft classical music playing over the ballroom’s massive speaker system cut out with a sharp screech of static.
The hundreds of elite guests, billionaires, and board members stopped talking. The room fell dead silent.
Then, Julian’s voice boomed from the speakers, echoing off the crystal chandeliers.
“Five million is pocket change. We wire the money, you give us the drive, and if you ever breathe a word about how we handled the old man, I’ll make sure they never find your body. Deal?”
Julian’s face drained of all color. He looked like a corpse. Pierce dropped his champagne glass; it shattered loudly against the marble floor.
“What did you do?!” Julian screamed, lunging at me.
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He didn't make it two steps. Mr. Sterling stepped out from behind a heavy velvet curtain, followed by four men wearing dark windbreakers with FBI printed in bold yellow letters across the back.
“Julian and Pierce Vance,” the lead agent said, stepping between me and the brothers. “You are under arrest for the embezzlement of corporate funds, extortion, and the murder of Arthur Vance.”
