Chapter 4 - The Anonymous Invitation
Panic is a predator that feeds on arrogant men. Marcus spent the next twenty-four hours tearing his office apart, screaming at his cybersecurity team. They couldn't find the money. It had evaporated into the digital ether.
If Wall Street found out he was personally bankrupt, the IPO would collapse before the opening bell. The investors would pull out. He would be ruined.
That evening, an unmarked black envelope was delivered to his penthouse via courier.
Marcus tore it open. Inside was a single, heavy cardstock invitation to the Vanguard Charity Gala—the most exclusive event of the season, taking place that very night.
May you like
Written in elegant, handwritten ink on the back of the card were three words: I have it.
Marcus didn't call his security. He grabbed his tuxedo. Whoever had stolen his father's stolen legacy was playing a game, and Marcus was determined to win it. He was a survivor. He had crawled out of the dirt once, and he would gladly crush whoever was threatening to send him back.
