Chapter 8 - The Hostage
Julian ran blindly through the chaotic crowd of terrified, screaming billionaires.
His incredibly expensive tuxedo was entirely ruined with cold sweat and the dark ashes of his melted hard drive.
He violently shoved past screaming guests, desperate to reach the heavy swinging kitchen doors.
Maxwell's security guards easily anticipated his cowardly escape route and quickly blocked the only exit.
Julian realized he was totally trapped in the dead center of the massive ballroom with absolutely no way out.
He spun around wildly, his manic eyes locking onto Cynthia who was trying to hide under a dessert table.
Julian lunged forward and brutally dragged his former partner out by her expensive diamond necklace.
He viciously smashed a heavy champagne bottle against a marble pillar, creating a jagged, deadly glass weapon.
He tightly wrapped his strong arm around Cynthia's neck and pressed the broken glass right against her throat.
"Nobody takes another step toward me, or she pays the ultimate price!" Julian screamed in absolute, unhinged panic.
Cynthia sobbed hysterically, begging for her miserable life as the jagged edge dangerously scratched her delicate skin.
Maxwell immediately ordered his security team to hold their fire, refusing to let innocent blood spill tonight.
Sarah watched the pathetic, broken man completely lose his mind in front of the entire corporate world.
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Suddenly, the heavy, thudding hum of a police helicopter echoed loudly from outside the fortified hotel.
Bright red laser sights from SWAT snipers painted the windows, all aiming directly at Julian's trembling chest.
