Chapter 6 - The Collapse of the Empire
The silence in the Presidential Suite became absolute, heavy enough to weigh down the air.
Andre stood paralyzed for three seconds, his brain struggling to bridge the gap between the untouchable corporate conqueror he had been downstairs in the ballroom and the suspect in a criminal wire fraud investigation.
“This is a mistake,” Andre stammered, his voice losing all its baritone resonance, cracking into something thin and ragged. “This is a corporate dispute! You can’t just—this is an internal matter for the board, not—!”
“Mr. Abbott,” the second officer interrupted, stepping up beside him and taking him firmly by the right elbow, “turn around and put your hands behind your back. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.”
Andre tried to pull his arm away, but the officer’s grip was like a hydraulic vise. With a sharp twist, Andre was spun around and slammed none too gently against the mahogany credenza beside the bar. Crystal glassware rattled, and one of the champagne flutes tipped over, spilling a cold, effervescent puddle across the polished wood.
As the steel cuffs ratcheted shut around Andre’s wrists with a harsh *clack-clack*, he threw one frantic, murderous look over his shoulder at me.
“You set me up,” Andre hissed, spittle flying from his lips as the officer forced him toward the door. “You miserable, plotting little rat—you planned this from the very beginning!”
“I didn't plan anything, Andre,” I said, leaning back against the leather armchair with my arms crossed over my chest. “I just stopped standing in your way.”
The officers hauled him out into the hallway, his expensive Italian leather shoes scraping helplessly against the carpet. The door swung shut behind them with a heavy, final thud.
The room felt significantly larger with Andre gone.
Sienna was still standing near the edge of the master bedroom doorway, her emerald dress half-unzipped, clutching her chest as if she had just been struck by a physical blow. The absolute composure, the cold arrogance, the radiant invincibility she had worn all evening like armor had completely evaporated, leaving behind a terrified, small woman who looked like she didn't know where she was.
David Vance didn't look at her. He neatly closed his leather portfolio, picked up the duplicate copy of the financial audit, and tucked it under his arm.
“Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Abbott,” David said, nodding respectfully to me. “The board will convene an emergency session at 8:00 AM tomorrow. Your name has already been cleared of any association with the subsidiary's liabilities. The legal division will handle the asset recovery proceedings.”
“Thank you, David,” I replied evenly. “See you in the morning.”
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David turned and walked out of the suite, leaving the door slightly ajar.
The amber lights from the chandeliers cast long, melancholy shadows across the floor. For nearly a full minute, neither Sienna nor I spoke a single word.
