PART 2: THE MASK COMES OFF
Just as the priest asked if anyone objected to the union, Lando straightened his posture, instantly standing two inches taller than Julian.
He reached up, wiped the dark soot from his jawline with the back of his dirty sleeve, and pulled a small, sleek encryption drive from his inner pocket.
The reporters in the front row gasped as the cathedral’s massive projection screens, meant to stream Julian’s victory live, suddenly flickered and turned bright blue.
“Julian,” Lando spoke, his voice smooth, deep, and devoid of any weakness. “Did you really think a five-thousand-peso payoff to a street actor would conceal the identity of the man who owns your primary creditor firm?”
Julian’s arrogant smirk vanished instantly as financial balance sheets began displaying live across every screen in the building.
(Who is Lando really, and what does he have on Julian? Click “Next Page” to continue to PART 3…)
