Vance Black Phone の小説・ストーリー

The gun was at the man’s forehead before he could finish. “Say one more lie,” Vance said, “and you’ll die honest.” The receptionist’s lips trembled. “No! No, please...” And then... A phone rang. The sharp, vibrating tone sliced through the tension. Everyone froze. Vance frowned, following the sound to the floor beside the curtain. He bent down, picked up the phone..Lila’s phone. His eyes glimmered. “Well, well…” He swiped the screen, seeing an incoming call labeled JoJo.

You cannot win against me. Vance turned pale, his fingers trembling over his phone. "You bought my stadium...?"

“You stole something from me. You tried to deliver it. Tell me who gave you the fucky order.” The man’s lips trembled. He coughed, blood flecking his teeth. “You don’t understand. He’s worse than you.” “I’ll take that as a compliment. Speak.” He broke. Just like that. Whispers cracked out of him like leaking steam. “Vance. Vance Halifax. He—he worked for Blackwell. Fired for laundering. He’s been building an alliance. Clara. That woman claiming she’s pregnant. Some on the board. He said you’d be too in love with your fake wife to see the knife coming.”

Not once in all this time. He didn’t reply and the call was cut short. A heavy silence descended. Then he turned to her. Their eyes met. Rebecca waited for something. An explanation, perhaps. A denial. Even guilt would have been something she could process. But Vance only lowered the phone from his ear and said, “Something came up at the office. I have to go.” His tone of voice had returned to its usual softness. Smooth, controlled, almost kind. A bald lie. Rebecca’s fingers curled against the bedcovers. “At the office?” she asked flatly. The question came out quietly. Too quietly.

I would ruin her so thoroughly that even a man like Blackwood wouldn't want the wreckage. I reached for my personal phone. I bypassed Naomi’s office. She would tell me to be patient. She would tell me to think of the brand. I didn't want to think. I wanted to strike. I scrolled through the list until I found the name: Vance. The phone rang twice. "Adrian? I didn't expect a call until the Blackwood acquisition was finalized." "The acquisition is secondary," I said. My voice was steady now, focused by a singular purpose. "I have something better for you. A headline that will sell more papers than a corporate takeover."

There was a flash of steel, a sickening thwack, and Korg’s head was severed from his body before he could even howl. ‎ ‎I clapped a hand over my mouth to stifle a scream. ‎ ‎"Holy..." Vance breathed, his face draining of all color. He dropped the radio and drew his silver-plated handgun. "Stay down, Miss Black. Do not open this door." ‎ ‎"Vance, don't go out there!" I begged, grabbing his sleeve. ‎ ‎"I have to hold the line," he said, his voice shaking. He wasn't looking at me; he was looking at the carnage. "If they get to you... Magnus will skin me alive."

Nothing. Then he heard it—the rhythmic, low hum of a secure satellite phone vibrating against the glass coffee table in the study. Arthur’s chest tightened. That phone belonged to a closed network. It was an emergency frequency known only to three people: himself, Vivian, and Director Vance of Interpol’s black-ops division.

And besides, the massage wasn't the heavy thing pressing on my chest right now. It was the phone call. Vance. The conversation I’d had with my private investigator earlier that evening, while the shower was running, played on a loop in my mind. “Mr. Blackwood, I thought I should run this by you first,” Vance had said, his voice hesitant. “Mrs. Lander just sent through a priority request. She wants a full background check on Elise Blackwood. Financials, medical history, legal records. Everything.” I remembered gripping the phone so hard I thought the screen would crack.

And the most cataclysmic thing was, I was not afraid of having witness Madeline's murder. Yes it left an impact on me, I still shivered whenever her dead lifeless eyes drifted in my vision but.. I was more scared of Marienne. As soon as the the police enquiry session had come to an end, I ran straight to my flat, brought out my laptop and tried to find as much as information I could manage about them. And what I found about them wasn't shocking but still, it chilled me to the core. Marienne Carlisle Victor. A French-American businessman, who is best known for his ruthless statistics and strategies in the corporate world. Devilishly handsome looking but taken from at the age of 19. Well known