Chapter 7 - The Confrontation
Marcus summoned Isabella to his office.
She arrived with her characteristic smugness.
"Marcus, how lovely to see you."
"Isabella, please sit down."
"Of course, darling. What can I do for you?"
Marcus didn't answer.
Instead, he pressed play on the hidden television screen.
Isabella watched in silence as the security footage played.
Her expression remained still.
"I had proof of the original embezzlement, Isabella. I found it during the investigation."
Isabella blinked.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Marcus smiled coldly.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about. You can drop the act."
Her face grew flushed.
"Marcus, whatever you think you know—"
"I know you stole from my company. I know you tried to destroy my marriage. And I know you pushed my wife, nearly causing her to lose our child."
Isabella's composure cracked.
"You can't prove any of that."
"Except I can," Marcus said calmly. "Because I've spent the last week gathering the evidence."
He slid a folder across the desk.
She opened it.
Her face paled.
"Where did you get this?"
"From your own computer. From your own bank records. From your own partner in crime."
Isabella's eyes widened.
"Partner?"
"You're not the only one who was involved," Marcus said. "And one of your partners has decided to cooperate in exchange for immunity."
Isabella sat very still.
"You're bluffing."
Marcus shook his head.
"I don't bluff."
The silence stretched between them.
"The district attorney's office has already been briefed. You're facing federal charges. Wire fraud. Money laundering. Assault. Attempted harm to a child. All of it will be public."
Isabella stared at him.
"Please. I can explain everything."
Marcus stood.
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"I don't want your explanations. I want you gone."
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