I looked toward the tech booth. One of Arthur’s men advanced the presentation.
The footage from Vance’s office replaced Liam and Mia. His recorded voice filled the room. *“A young man with Liam’s connections has a future at a place like Sterling. You are a liability.”*
The image froze on the internship letter: my name scratched out, Liam’s written beneath it. Vance’s own voice supplied the reason on a fifty-foot screen.
Vance stopped beside the damask wall. Sweat ran from his temple to his collar as the guests turned on him.
The next set of documents opened.
Vance’s face stayed on one side of the screen. Bank statements appeared on the other, showing a large untraceable deposit from an anonymous LLC. University records linked that shell corporation to a business associate of Liam’s fa
