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CHAPTER 32: THE THREE-STAR CHARADE
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2026-03-11 01:21:57
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The Debt Collector's Price CHAPTER 63: THE TWO-WAY MIRROR AUDIT
ISLA'S POVFederal Building. Downtown Manhattan.This time, I don't go through the metal detectors where the suspects queue, where the air smells like fear and unwashed bodies. I enter through the VIP entrance.The executive corridor is quiet, insulated by heavy doors and thick carpet that swallows the sound of my heels. It’s reserved for high-priced attorneys and corporate representatives, the people who shape the law rather than suffer under it.My suit—the polyester blend off-the-rack piece I bought two years ago—looks even cheaper under these recessed halogen lights. The fabric has a slight sheen that screams "clearance rack," and the seams dig into my shoulders. But the laminate badge pinned to my lapel changes the physics of the room.Isla Bennett - Hunt Capital, Interim CEO.The guard barely glances at my face. He sees the title, nods, and waves me through.Last time, I was processed. Fingerprinted until my hands were black with ink. Stripped of my phone, my belt, my dignity.N
The Debt Collector's Price CHAPTER 62: THE GLASS THRONE SEIZURE
ISLA'S POVThe taxi pulls up to the curb outside Hunt Capital.Fifth Avenue is a canyon of gray steel, but the building looms like a monolith of glass. Forty-two floors of power that I technically control, even if I feel like an imposter in the backseat.I hand the driver a twenty-dollar bill. It’s the last piece of paper currency in my wallet."Keep the change," I say, though I shouldn't.I step onto the sidewalk. The morning air is exhaust and expensive coffee. Businesspeople stream through the revolving doors, a river of wool coats and ambition.I smooth the front of my suit. It’s the one I bought two years ago for a hostess interview—polyester blend, off-the-rack, the seams pulling tight across my shoulders.It feels flimsy compared to the custom silk Gabriel draped me in for weeks.But inside my bag, the Power of Attorney document feels heavy, like a loaded gun.The lobby is a high-definition nightmare.Every ticker screen above the reception desk is flashing the same red banner:
The Debt Collector's Price CHAPTER 61: THE SOVEREIGN ACQUISITION
ISLA'S POVThe steel door closes behind me with a heavy, final click.Cell 7 is a cage of painted cinderblock and stale air. Ten feet by twelve, with a metal bench bolted to the wall and a fluorescent light that buzzes like a dying fly overhead.Gabriel Hunt sits on the bench. His suit is expensive, Italian wool that usually looks like armor, but now it’s wrinkled from custody, stripped of its power. He looks up when I enter.I stand in the center of the room. My cheap suit—the one I bought two years ago with double-shift money—feels different now. It feels like chainmail.Five minutes. That’s all Sarah Vance agreed to.The clock is already ticking in my head.I pull the folder from under my arm and set it on the cold metal table. The sound echoes."I'm going to tell you some things," I say, my voice steady against the hum of the lights. "And you're going to listen."Gabriel nods. Waiting."I'm debt-free. The SEC seized your shell companies. The $85,000 secondary debt is voided. The $
The Debt Collector's Price CHAPTER 60: THE IMMUNITY LEDGER
ISLA'S POVFederal Building. Downtown Manhattan.The interrogation room is a white box designed to erase time. A metal table bolted to the floor, two chairs, and a camera in the corner with a red eye that never blinks.I’ve been processed. My fingers are stained with black ink from the prints, my face flashed into a digital database. They took my phone, my purse, everything that connects me to the outside world.All I have left is the suit I’m wearing. It’s black, synthetic, and bought off the rack two years ago with money I earned double-shifting at the diner.It feels significant. Like I’ve been stripped back to the factory settings of my life—the person I was before Gabriel Hunt bought my debt and dressed me in silk.The door opens. Sarah Vance enters. She isn’t carrying her tablet this time. Just a manila folder and a digital recorder.She sits across from me. Sets the recorder on the cold metal table."Ms. Bennett. Thank you for your cooperation.""Did I have a choice?""You alwa
The Debt Collector's Price CHAPTER 59: THE MEDICAL HOSTAGE
ISLA'S POVMarcus’s thumb hovers over the ventilator power button, the plastic looking smooth and lethal under his skin."Five. Four. Three—""Stop."Gabriel’s voice cuts from the doorway, not loud, but absolute. It hits the room like a pressure drop. Marcus pauses, his smile tight like skin stretched over a skull as he asks if Gabriel brought the Ledger."No," Gabriel replies.The smile vanishes, replaced by a flat, dead look. Marcus threatens that I am about to watch another Bennett die while Gabriel stands there doing nothing. "Two—"."But I brought something better." Gabriel lifts his phone. "A recording. From June 28, 2019. Want to hear it?".Marcus’s hand freezes on the console. The audio fills the sterile hospital room, tinny but terrifyingly clear. I hear Marcus’s younger voice, pitchy with panic, asking Richard Sterling what to do because my father is down with a heart attack.Then comes Sterling’s voice, calm and clinical. "Take the pills. All of them".My mother’s eyes wide
The Debt Collector's Price CHAPTER 58: THE MEDICAL HOSTAGE
ISLA'S POV4:30 AM.The penthouse is still freezing, the cold radiating off the ten-foot glass walls like an open freezer door. But now, the silence is gone. Sarah Vance has turned the living room into a federal operations hub.Cables snake across the marble floor. Three agents in tactical gear are hunched over laptops, the blue light reflecting off their faces, monitoring encrypted feeds.Gabriel and I stand at the window, shivering in our coats, watching the city wake up below us.Vance presses a finger to her earpiece. "Alpha team, you're green for entry. Beta team, secure the perimeter. We want Hale and Sterling in custody within the hour."Static crackles through the speaker on the table. Then a voice, breathless and sharp. "Alpha team moving on Hale Capital now."One of the laptops displays a live feed. A helmet cam. The image jerks as the tactical team breaches Hale Capital's lobby. Guns drawn. Federal badges flashing under the emergency lights.Employees scatter, coffee cups d
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