“You stupid bitch,” Liam hissed. “Get out of my sight. Pack your bags for the gala tomorrow. We’re going to smile for the cameras, and then I’m done with you.”

In the van, Julian pulled off his headphones and began backing the audio up to three separate servers.

“We have the federal confession,” he said. “He just admitted to fraud, forgery, and extortion. The FBI will have a field day.”

“No,” I said, looking out toward the skyline. “The feds can have him tomorrow. Tonight, I want to watch him bleed.”

I pulled out my phone and looked at the digital invitation Clara had forwarded.

The Vance Manufacturing Charity Gala — hosted to woo a mysterious “angel investor,” someone Liam hoped would save him from the wrath of Holloway Global.