Falling Hard
“One final deal… then you retire a legend.”
Whitlock Industries fell into Ricafort’s hands piece by piece, like a house of cards. The offshore accounts, the forged signatures, the dummy corporations—it was all carefully orchestrated, buried beneath layers of fake investors and bribed government officials. Isidro thought they were partners. Ricafort knew better. He was sealing Isidro’s coffin.
And when Isidro finally realized it, it was far too late.
That night was burned into Ricafort’s memory. It was in a remote rest house in Tagaytay, far from the eyes of the media, where Isidro burst through the door, eyes blazing with fury, holding a folder of documents.
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