Chapter 8 - THE RUNAWAY ACCOMPLICEDesperate and cornered, Roman dialed Celeste’s number. He needed someone, anyone, to validate his existence, to tell him this was all a nightmare he could buy his way out of. The phone rang three times before it was picked up by a cold, robotic voicemail greeting. "Celeste, pick up!" Roman yelled into the receiver. "We need to move the offshore assets in Zurich immediately! Tell me you have the access codes!"
A sharp click interrupted him, followed by a crisp, professional voice that was definitely not Celeste. "Mr. Vale? This is Agent Vance with the Federal Task Force on Financial Crimes. We’ve intercepted Miss Arman’s private communications. She boarded a private charter flight to the Cayman Islands twenty minutes ago, carrying zero assets and leaving all corporate liability squarely in your name. I advise you to remain at your residence; federal marshals are currently five minutes away from your location."
The line went dead with a sharp beep.
Roman spun around in horror, sprinting toward the floor-to-ceiling windows. Down on the street below, three unmarked federal black SUVs had pulled up directly in front of the luxury tower. Uniformed agents poured out of the vehicles, rushing toward the private lobby entrance. The walls were closing in, and there was nowhere left to run.
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