Chapter 12 - Stripping the Flags from the MastOut at the offshore terminal marina, the fury of the tropical hurricane matched Christian Vance Junior’s unyielding, lethal wrath.
Genevieve Cartier stood shivering uncontrollably in the torrential rain, her designer silk dress ruined, watching in absolute, horrified disbelief as Christian’s maritime enforcers moved across the docks with ruthless efficiency.
Armed with industrial bolt cutters, the enforcers climbed the towering steel mastheads of the offshore terminal, slicing down every single ceremonial flag bearing the Cartier syndicate crest and letting them plunge into the churning, foam-flecked ocean waves below.
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Simultaneously, at the dockside digital relay station, Thorne-Vance cyber engineers locked out the navigation codes for all Cartier freight freighters anchored in the harbor, issuing immediate expulsion orders that barred them from ever docking along the Gulf Coast again.
Genevieve’s multi-billion-dollar arms negotiation had evaporated into saltwater spray in less than ten minutes—all because she had dared to tear the blouse of a woman who had shown kindness to a broken old man in the dark.
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