The screens flashed to life — bank transfers, routing numbers, offshore registrations.

“But more importantly,” Marcus continued, “you’ve committed federal wire fraud by forging your wife’s signature on over forty million dollars in unsecured toxic debt, attempting to frame her for your impending collapse.”

The ballroom erupted into chaotic whispers. Investors pulled out their phones. Dominic’s face turned the color of ash.

“That — that’s absurd!” he stammered, gripping the podium. “This company is backed by a syndicate of independent, anonymous investors! You have no jurisdiction here!”

“We are the anonymous investors, you imbecile,” Victor said smoothly. “Sterling Capital supplied every dime of your funding.” He glanced at me, his expression softening a fraction.

“We did it because my sister asked me to help her husband succeed.”