Marcus Cooper leveled his gold Montblanc fountain pen straight at Arthur Sterling-Vance’s sweating forehead:
“Arthur Sterling-Vance,” Cooper announced, every word ringing across the river basin like forged iron:
“At zero-six-hundred hours this morning, while your agents were monitoring Marcus Hale's mansion, allied naval forensic accounting seized your corporate servers in Zurich, Switzerland.”
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Cooper turned the heavy vellum page of the brief, displaying a timestamped satellite intercept log:
“For five years, you deployed Vivian Cross to entrap Marcus Hale, manipulate his domestic vanity, and engineer the abandonment of Natalie Mercer!”
“You attempted to sever the physical manifold of Valve Station Ten before midnight tonight to clear your family's thirty-five-million-dollar factoring debt!”
Cooper slammed his palm onto the brief:
“Under Section Fourteen-B of the 1944 Mercer Sovereign Lineal Charter: eighty years ago, Arthur Mercer Senior decreed that if an adverse commercial factoring partner attempts to murder, defraud, abandon, or extinguish the living lineal bloodline of the master surveyor on an active sovereign defense homestead...”
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