Chapter 15
Sophia sat in a dimly lit bar, nursing a martini. Across from her sat a journalist with a digital recorder resting on the table.
"So, let me get this straight," the journalist said, leaning in. "You have documented proof that Vincent Moretti used company funds to finance a personal affair, and that Julian Moretti knew about it and tried to cover it up?"
"I have the receipts," Sophia smiled bitterly. "Flights, hotels, jewelry. All expensed through a shell account that Vincent controls."
"This will ruin them," the journalist noted. "And it will ruin you. You'll be blacklisted in this city."
"I'm already blacklisted," Sophia spat. "They threw me out like trash. I want them to burn."
Suddenly, a heavy hand clamped down on the journalist's shoulder. A man in a dark suit leaned down. "The lady is done talking."
"Hey, what is this?" the journalist protested, but another man in a suit smoothly scooped up the digital recorder and dropped it into his pocket.
Sophia stood up, her heart pounding. "Who are you?"
From the shadows of the bar, Marcus Vance stepped forward. "Miss Carter. My client would like a word with you."
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"I'm not talking to Claire," Sophia said, backing away.
"Oh, you're not talking to Claire," Marcus smiled, a terrifying expression. "You're talking to me. And if you ever speak to the press again, I will bury you in litigation so deep you won't see daylight until you're sixty. Come with us."
