Chapter 1 · free to read
They took everything from my father with a signature. I will take everything from them with a decimal point.
Vantrell Holdings. The family that framed my father for their laundering — and let him die in a cell for it.
Black marble and steel, and a lobby designed so that anybody crossing it could be watched the whole way.
Every figure balanced, which after eleven years of looking is the thing that finally seemed wrong.
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