The Price of a Fifty-Dollar Bus Ride
We’re withdrawing all institutional underwriting from Vance Nexus, effective immediately.”
I lifted my head from the pillows. Vance Nexus was Dominic’s entire architecture—his pride, his startup, his absolute validation.
“Dad…”
My father looked at me with cold, absolute stillness. “The venture funds cleared his capital rounds because they operated under the assumption that Brooks Global stood behind the security.
The commercial banks extended his lines of credit because they believed he was integrated into our family network. His contracts exist strictly because your surname was silently reinforcing his balance sheet—even if he lacked the basic decency to carry his own son.”
My father spoke back into the terminal. “Revoke the corporate guarantees. Notify the institutional partners. Freeze the primary lines of credit. I want a complete forensic audit of his corporate structure by eight a.m.