The Billionaire's Debt-Bride
He was wearing a white lab coat over a bespoke suit, his hands moving over the holographic controls with a delicate, artistic grace.
"I knew you couldn't resist the Eiger," Arthur said, his voice echoing perfectly in the acoustically-tuned chamber. He didn't turn around. "The Vance blood is like a homing pigeon for a master plate. Even a blackened, useless one."
"It’s over, Arthur," I said, stepping into the light. "The Audit is public. The people have their signatures back."