Chapter 7 - THE GALA TRAP
The assault on Sato’s tech gala was swift and brilliantly brutal. We didn't use guns; Dominic used leverage. Dressed in a borrowed, sweeping silk gown, I walked into the ballroom on Dominic's arm, hiding in plain sight among the public figures and oblivious billionaires. We cornered Kenji Sato in the private VIP lounge. Dominic presented the executive with a cloned ledger—Sato’s illicit offshore transfers laid entirely bare. “You have twenty minutes to drain the Castellano accounts and transfer the funds to my holding company,” Dominic threatened, a feral smile playing on his lips, “or this ledger goes to the feds and your empire burns to the ground.” Sato broke instantly.
