I activated speakerphone and set it on a small side console.
When Arthur answered, I spoke firmly and professionally.
“Arthur, execute the immediate debt-recall covenant on the Sterling Commercial Group under the material character and bad-faith breach provisions. Freeze their operational credit lines, terminate the downtown leasing guarantees, and dispatch the board audit team to their corporate headquarters first thing tomorrow morning.”
Richard Sterling’s smug expression vanished, his complexion turning gray.
“Wait… Arthur Vance?” Richard stammered, stepping over the shattered wine glasses. “Who do you think you are calling?”
Arthur’s commanding voice came through the speaker.
“Good evening, Mr. Sterling. You are speaking with Maya Vance-Kingsley, majority shareholder of the Vance Capital Syndicate and the primary guarantor of your company’s forty-million-dollar operating loan. In light of this breach, full liquidation protocol begins at eight o’clock tomorrow morning.”
Derek stood motionless between the overturned table and the wall, his arms falling to his sides as he began comprehending his mistake.
His luxurious lifestyle, executive position, and father’s multimillion-dollar enterprise all depended on institutional financing supplied by my family’s business.
For months, he’d plotted to control a woman he considered powerless, never realizing he’d married the person who held his financial survival in her hands.
