Chapter 7 - The Unravelling Alliance
"Marcus, don't listen to this terrorist!" Chloe shouted, grabbing his arm again, her diamond rings cutting into his skin. "She's trying to ruin our family! My father put twenty million dollars into Vance Defense! If this gets out, our stock will collapse!"
Marcus looked down at Chloe’s hand on his arm, then looked up into her eyes. He saw no love there, no concern for truth or human life—only the cold, mercenary panic of a spoiled elite protecting her inheritance.
He reached down and slowly, deliberately unclasped her fingers from his arm, dropping her hand as if it were contaminated.
"The stock is already dead, Chloe," Marcus said flatly.
Senator Thomas Vance pulled a small encrypted satellite phone from his inner pocket, his thumb frantically tapping a speed-dial button. "Tactical team, code red at the Bellevue Hotel. Execute containment protocol immediately!"
Before the call could connect, the massive double doors of the ballroom were slammed open for a second time.
This time, it was not a solitary woman in white.
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A squad of ten federal agents, wearing heavy black tactical vests with "FBI - PUBLIC CORRUPTION DIVISION" stamped in bold yellow across their chests, swept into the room with drawn sidearms.
"Nobody move!" the lead agent commanded, his booming voice echoing off the high plaster ceilings. "Federal agents! Put the phone down, Senator Vance!"
