Chapter 8 - THE AIRPORT FOOTAGE
The boardroom monitors flickered once, then displayed the ultra-high-definition video recorded at Gate 42 of Denver International Airport.
The audio filled the room through the surround-sound speakers:
“Everything is already arranged... She has no idea she’s about to lose everything.”
On the eighty-inch screens, three dozen high-profile investors watched in absolute silence as Adrian kissed Julian passionately, followed by Adrian holding up his leather briefcase and bragging about forging my father's land deed.
“Once the transfer is completed, she won’t have access to anything... The house is already taken care of.”
Julian dropped back into his chair, his eyes wide with horror as he looked around at the furious faces of the investors.
Adrian’s hands shook so violently he dropped his pointer onto the floor. “V-Victoria... wait... listen to me... that was taken out of context—”
“Out of context, Adrian?” I asked softly. “You stood at an airport gate bragging about stealing my dead father’s legacy while kissing your co-conspirator. Which part was out of context?”
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The lead bank representative stood up, slamming his folder shut. “First National Bank hereby cancels the ten-million-dollar credit line immediately! We are cooperating fully with law enforcement!”
The rest of the investors scrambled out of their chairs, shouting in outrage as they abandoned the table!
