Chapter 4
Arthur redialed Marcus Vance immediately on his private line. Marcus answered on the first ring, his breathing shallow as if he were already bracing for an unbearable revelation.
“Marcus, did you know your brother was managing the Meridian acquisition package?” Arthur asked calmly. He kept his tone completely devoid of accusation, wanting pure truth above emotional loyalty.
“Julian?” Marcus gasped, genuine shock resonating in his cracked voice. “Julian was terminated from our family advisory firm six years ago for document falsification. I had no idea he was at Meridian.”
“He is their Senior Vice President of Acquisitions,” Arthur said. “And he used your firm’s legacy encryption keys to mimic an authorized Reynolds Global secondary approval on the offshore asset transfer.”
“God help him,” Marcus whispered after a long silence. “Arthur, I swear on my life, I had no knowledge of this. I will turn over our complete server logs to federal investigators immediately.”
“I believe you, Marcus,” Arthur replied, his voice firm. “Now send me every file your brother ever touched during his tenure at your firm. We are going to dismantle his enterprise by midnight.”
Arthur turned toward the terminal corridor as four men in dark tailored suits approached. They were led by Raymond Cross, the head of Reynolds Global’s personal security and corporate intelligence division.
“Mr. Reynolds,” Raymond said, offering a curt nod of profound respect. “We have secured the jet bridge and notified the Chicago field office of the FBI. Special agents are en route.”
“Good,” Arthur said, handing his tablet to Raymond. “Meridian’s internal dispatch console was compromised from an executive suite. I want the airport security personnel who physically escorted me questioned immediately.”
Raymond took the tablet and gestured to his operatives, who fanned out across the gate area. Passengers waiting in the concourse began murmuring as the presence of high-level security became undeniable.
Arthur watched as the flight attendant who had removed him from seat 1A stepped off the jet bridge. Her face was pale, and she kept looking nervously toward the airport police officers.
Her name tag read Clara Simmons. When she noticed Arthur standing tall beside Raymond Cross, her hands began to shake violently, clutching her flight folder against her navy uniform jacket.
Arthur walked toward her with measured, dignified strides, stopping three feet away. His demeanor remained calm and courteous, but his commanding presence demanded total, unvarnished honesty from everyone present.
“Ms. Simmons,” Arthur said softly, his voice cutting through the terminal noise. “Who handed you the printed security manifest instructing you to remove passenger 1A from Flight 418 today?”
Clara swallowed hard, her eyes darting between Arthur and the towering form of Raymond Cross. “Sir, it came down through the internal gate printer marked urgent from corporate dispatch.”
“Did corporate dispatch call you directly?” Arthur asked, his gaze unwavering. “Or did someone meet you in the operations office before you boarded the aircraft to prepare the first-class cabin?”
Clara’s lower lip trembled, and tears formed in the corners of her eyes. “A gentleman with an executive badge brought the slip down personally twenty minutes before general boarding commenced.”
“Describe him,” Raymond intervened, his deep voice leaving no room for evasion. He pulled a portable display screen from his breast pocket, ready to pull Meridian’s employee database records.
“He was tall, wearing a charcoal wool coat and gold wire glasses,” Clara whispered. “He told me there was an active federal inquiry regarding passenger 1A’s financial instruments.”
Arthur nodded slowly at Raymond, who instantly brought up a photographic profile on his handheld screen. The face displayed belonged to Julian Vance, Senior Vice President of Acquisitions at Meridian Airlines.
“Is this the man who delivered the document, Ms. Simmons?” Arthur asked gently. He did not blame the crew member for being an unwitting pawn in a ruthless multi-billion-dollar game.
Clara gasped softly, covering her mouth with one trembling hand before nodding repeatedly. “Yes, that’s him. He said if I did not cooperate immediately, I would lose my flight certification.”
“You will not lose your job, Ms. Simmons,” Arthur stated with quiet authority. “However, you will remain here and give a formal statement to the federal agents who are arriving now.”
Clara breathed a sigh of immense relief, stepping aside as two airport police officers escorted her to a private conference room near the gate to preserve her critical witness testimony.
At that moment, Meridian Airlines’ Chief Executive Officer, David Sterling, stepped off a private transport car outside the terminal concourse. He looked disheveled, his blue silk tie loosened and askew.
Sterling rushed through the security checkpoint accompanied by Meridian’s General Counsel, Evelyn Wright. Both executives looked as though their world had collapsed beneath their feet in a matter of hours.
