Chapter 6 - The Main Event
A heavy, suffocating silence instantly crashed down over the luxurious dining room.
Mr. Sterling stared down at the massive stack of highlighted financial documents resting on his silver platter.
Marcus blinked rapidly, his arrogant smile completely freezing on his pale, terrified face.
He let out a nervous, high-pitched laugh and desperately tried to play the situation off as a bizarre prank.
Marcus loudly demanded to know what kind of ridiculous joke I was trying to play on his important colleagues.
I remained standing at the opposite end of the table, my voice completely steady and brutally cold.
I told Marcus that this was not a joke, but rather a detailed presentation of his extracurricular activities.
Mr. Sterling reached out and picked up the top document, his eyes scanning the heavily redacted bank account numbers.
The CEO's face turned a dangerous shade of crimson as he recognized the specific corporate accounts involved.
Marcus lunged across the table, knocking over a crystal water pitcher in a desperate attempt to snatch the papers.
Mr. Sterling effortlessly pulled the documents out of reach and glared at Marcus with absolute disgust.
I pressed a small remote control hidden in the pocket of my long evening gown.
The massive smart television mounted on the dining room wall instantly snapped to life.
The screen did not show the cheerful photo slideshow of Marcus that he had requested earlier.
Instead, it displayed the crystal-clear security footage from our front porch taken less than twenty-four hours ago.
Every guest in the room watched in absolute horror as the video clearly showed Marcus aggressively backing me into a corner.
The audio was perfectly crisp, broadcasting his cruel insults and violent threats for everyone to hear.
Then, the footage showed Marcus violently shoving me with both hands, sending me crashing down onto the freezing, solid ice.
A collective gasp echoed through the dining room as the loud, sickening snap of my arm breaking played on the speakers.
Eleanor covered her mouth in shock, finally realizing the true extent of her son's pure savagery.
The video then seamlessly transitioned to a split screen displaying Marcus's secret emails to his offshore bankers.
It showed undeniable proof that he had been systematically draining the company's pension fund for two entire years.
Marcus turned to me, his face twisted into a mask of pure, unadulterated demonic rage.
He completely abandoned his charming facade and violently flipped his heavy dining chair backward onto the floor.
He screamed that I was a dead woman and aggressively charged around the table to attack me.
Before he could even take three steps, Mr. Sterling snapped his fingers with a loud, sharp crack.
The two quiet men who had arrived with Mr. Sterling as his "personal drivers" instantly sprang into action.
They drew heavy black firearms from beneath their tailored suit jackets and aimed them directly at Marcus's chest.
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Mr. Sterling calmly adjusted his tie and announced that these men were not his drivers at all.
He revealed that they were undercover federal agents who had been secretly building a massive criminal case against Marcus for months.
