# THE VANCE EMPIRE: A WIFE'S REVENGE

Senator Vaughn, pushed to the brink of madness, made a fatal error. He reached into his coat pocket.

"I won't let you do this!" he screamed.

Before the Senator could even clear his hand from his pocket, three laser sights were painted directly on his forehead. Julian's security guards had their weapons drawn and leveled with terrifying speed.

Julian didn't even flinch. He just smiled a terrifying, predatory smile.

"Pull it out, Senator," Julian dared him, his voice a low, gravelly whisper. "I dare you. Make my day."

Trembling violently, the Senator slowly pulled his hand out. It wasn't a gun. It was a silver flash drive.

"I have leverage," the Senator stammered, though he looked ready to faint. "Files on Vance Holdings. Zoning bribes. I’ll go to the press!"

Julian laughed. It was a cold, harsh sound. "Senator, who do you think owns the press? The file you are holding contains nothing but fabricated breadcrumbs I let your pathetic spies find three years ago to see if you were stupid enough to use them. It seems you are."

Julian nodded to his head of security. "Escort these gentlemen out. If they resist, remind them of the view from the fiftieth floor. Oh, and Senator? Check the news on your way down."

As the guards dragged the weeping boys and their devastated fathers toward the elevators, Julian handed me his phone. The screen displayed a breaking news alert: SENATOR VAUGHN INDICTED ON FEDERAL CORRUPTION AND MONEY LAUNDERING CHARGES.