I let Julian believe I was an impoverished domestic servant.
I waited for your statutory seventy-year deadline.”
“When your nephew Julian Vance walked into that house today, threw five hundred dollars at my feet, and your clerk initiated that sixty-billion-dollar wire from Zurich, your family didn’t just commit civil trespass.”
“You executed an overt physical act of sovereign defense sabotage, commercial extortion, and title treason on recorded federal telemetry.”
“Julian brought the Huntsman suit.”
“Your clerk brought the Swiss transceiver.”
“You brought the Montblanc pen.”
“And the moment I folded my fingers back around that brass house key today…”
I bared my teeth in a cold, terrifying line of white bone:
“…your family triggered the self-executing forfeiture clause of Article Three, Section Three of the United States Constitution.”
“You didn’t steal sixty billion dollars from the national defense redoubt tonight, Arthur.”
