Chapter 24
"We are going to have a private conversation," Dorian commanded softly, his volume incredibly low but carrying immense, undeniable weight. He gestured with his tattooed hand toward the VIP lounge at the back of the restaurant. Vance looked around desperately for his security detail, but his agents had already been quietly neutralized and replaced by Dorian's elite operators. Trembling violently, the prosecutor walked into the soundproof VIP room. Dorian followed, the heavy oak door clicking shut behind them, sealing the federal agent in a luxurious tomb. The room was bathed in crisp, neutral white light, casting sharp shadows across Dorian’s angular face and high-bridged nose. "You authorized the raiding of my ports," Dorian stated, his dead, unblinking eyes locking onto Vance. "It is federal law!" Vance stammered, attempting to muster a shred of false bravado. "You are a criminal, Westbrook! I will see your entire syndicate dismantled!" Dorian didn't flinch. He slowly reached into the inner pocket of his tailored suit jacket. He withdrew a sleek, encrypted flash drive and tossed it casually onto the glass coffee table between them. "Open it," Dorian whispered.
