"Sign the liquidation documents Arthur."
Julian Vance spoke the command through the massive boardroom monitor.
Arthur Sterling stared at the gold pen in his trembling hand. He sat alone in a massive glass boardroom in the Mojave Desert.
Sand beat against the exterior windows of the AetherLink aerospace facility. The massive production warehouses outside were dark and silent.
"You starved my company of private equity Julian," Arthur rasped. His throat was dry from the desert air and sheer stress. "You manipulated the European banks to freeze our credit lines."
"I accelerated the inevitable," Julian replied with cold polish.
Julian sat in his pristine London office. He sipped tea from a delicate porcelain cup. He looked at the bankrupt aerospace engineer with calculated boredom.
"You
