Chapter 2 - Midnight Strikes
The clock on my dashboard flipped to midnight.
Arthur Sterling was probably pouring himself another glass of expensive scotch right now.
Julian was likely bragging to his wealthy friends about his latest real estate acquisition.
Suddenly, my phone buzzed with an encrypted text message from my lawyer.
The message simply read that the primary bank assets were frozen.
I smiled as I imagined the absolute panic that was about to unfold.
Arthur’s black card would decline the moment he tried to pay the luxury caterers.
The catering staff would demand their payment, causing a public scene in the foyer.
Victoria would try to laugh it off as a simple banking error.
But then Julian’s secret corporate accounts would flash red on his mobile app.
The massive sum of money he had embezzled from the charity fund was now gone.
I had spent eight months meticulously untangling their dark web of financial fraud.
I traced every stolen dollar, every bribed official, and every illegal wire transfer.
I gathered all the evidence they thought they had forced me to destroy years ago.
They had used my brilliant financial mind to build their empire.
They forgot that the architect always knows exactly where the weak pillars are.
I parked my car outside a quiet diner twenty miles away from the estate.
I ordered a black coffee and opened my laptop to watch the digital collapse.
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The Sterling corporate stock was set to crash the moment the market opened.
My fourth and final call had been to a major investigative journalist.
