Chapter 11 - The CEO’s Disgust and the Immediate Termination
General Caldwell turned to his wife Evelyn.
“Evelyn, take your coat. We are leaving this den of vipers.”
Before walking out through the shattered front doors, General Caldwell stopped beside me. He looked at my gold shield, then looked into my eyes with profound sorrow and respect.
“Counselor Vance,” General Caldwell said, his voice thick with emotion. “I cannot adequately express my shame that this monster was an executive in my company. If there is anything—any medical specialist, any legal resource, any financial support—that Chloe needs, Caldwell Defense will provide it without hesitation.”
“Thank you, General,” I replied with dignity. “The best thing you can do is hand over Marcus’s corporate server access to Special Agent Vance.”
“My Chief Information Officer is already executing a complete data freeze,” Caldwell promised. “God bless you, Eleanor. You saved your daughter’s life today.”
General and Mrs. Caldwell walked out through the blue-lit cul-de-sac, past the gathering crowd of stunned neighbors and local television news vans that had just arrived on the scene.
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Inside the dining room, only the conspirators remained.
The twenty-four-pound Thanksgiving turkey sat steaming on the silver carving platter in the center of the table, untouched, surrounded by shattered crystal, spilled wine, and the blue glow of forensic lights reflecting off the marble floor.
