Chapter 7 - The Confrontation in London
Six hours later, in the glass boardroom of Vance Global’s London headquarters, the board of directors was in the middle of a tense vote regarding the Sterling Enterprises takeover bid.
Julian Vance sat at the head of the table, his phone silent, focusing on crushing the opposition.
Suddenly, the heavy oak doors of the London boardroom were kicked open.
Miller’s deputy, covered in rain, walked straight past the British security guards and handed Julian a secure tablet playing a live video feed from Greenwich.
Julian picked up the tablet.
On the screen was the footage of Mrs. Gable standing in the estate cellar, surrounded by armed guards, alongside a recorded video confession extracted by Miller’s team twenty minutes prior.
Mrs. Gable had been paid two hundred thousand dollars by Sterling Enterprises—specifically by Eleanor Sterling’s father—to sabotage the estate’s security network, create a medical emergency, and frame Victoria for gross negligence while Julian was out of the country, driving a wedge between them permanently.
Julian’s face went entirely void of color.
A cold, ancient death-mask settled over his features. The atmosphere in the London boardroom dropped to sub-zero temperatures.
He stood up slowly, pushing his chair back.
“Mr. Vance?” the lead London director asked, nervous. “We are thirty seconds from taking the final vote on the acquisition—"
Julian reached down, picked up his leather coat, and looked at the representative from Sterling Enterprises sitting at the far end of the table.
“The acquisition is over,” Julian said, his voice quiet, calm, and terrifyingly absolute. “By six o'clock tonight, Vance Global will liquidate every stock holding in Sterling Enterprises. I will short your family’s firm into bankruptcy by morning. And by tomorrow afternoon, Lord Sterling and his daughter will be facing charges for conspiracy to commit attempted murder.”
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The Sterling representative went pale as paper, dropping his pen.
Julian turned on his heel, looking at his head of security. “Get the jet ready. I’m going home to my wife.”
