Chapter 8 - The Countdown Begins
On the other end of the line, a calm, mechanical voice responded without a second of hesitation: "Understood, Sir. Swiss Commercial holds sixty percent of their leveraged assets. The buy-out will execute in forty minutes. Foreclosure paperwork will be generated automatically."
"Include the house," Arthur added, looking up at the sprawling, neo-classical facade of the mansion behind him. "And instruct the bank to revoke all personal credit lines registered to Victoria Vance and her daughter immediately."
"It will be done, Sir. Have a good evening."
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Arthur ended the call and slid the phone back into his pocket. He carried Lily down the wide stone steps toward his unpretentious black SUV parked near the iron gates. The little girl's breathing had slowed, her heavy eyelids fluttering closed as the exhaustion of terror finally overtook her.
Behind them, inside the brightly lit windows of the mansion, chaos was beginning to erupt. The music had stopped entirely, replaced by the frantic shouting of estate managers and the frantic ringing of personal cell phones as the first wave of credit freezes began to hit the guests' private accounts.
