Page 3 — The Screen He Didn’t Want To See
He leaned forward as my thumbs moved—fast, precise.
The app didn’t look like a normal banking app anymore. It shifted into a dense dashboard: live transaction flows, settlement rails, liquidity windows, compliance flags.
Arthur blinked. “What is that?”
“The admin portal,” I said. “For Nebula Pay.”
That name hit him like a delayed alarm. “Nebula… the payment processor?”
“Not an account,” I corrected. “The keys.”
I turned the screen toward him just enough.
At the top corner it read:
USER: SOPHIA VANCE — ROLE: FOUNDER & CEO
Arthur’s expression tightened. “Vance? I thought your last name was Miller.”
“Miller is my mother’s name,” I said. “I use it socially to avoid people who treat net worth like character.”
Eleanor stopped chewing. Liam stared like he’d just realized the room had a trapdoor.
Arthur tried to recover. Bullies always do.
“So you’re rich,” he sneered. “Congratulations. That doesn’t change anything. Class is forever.”
I nodded once. “I’m not here for your class.”
I tapped into another section—credit services, acquisitions, portfolio overview.
“I’m here for your debt.”
Arthur’s brow furrowed. “My debt?”
“This morning,” I said, “my board approved a strategic acquisition. We bought a controlling stake in a regional lender.”
I pulled up the logo, clean and unmistakable:
RIVER CITY BANK
Arthur went pale. Not offended-pale. Calculating-pale.
“That’s my bank,” he whispered.
“That’s where your loans were,” I corrected. “Now, they belong to me.”
I opened a folder labeled STERLING INDUSTRIES.
Then I zoomed in on a clause—dry legal text, the kind powerful men rely on until it turns against them.
“Change of control,” I read. “New ownership may review high-risk loans and demand repayment if borrower conduct is deemed unstable.”
I looked up at him, calmly.
“Arthur… throwing confetti scraps at a woman in a restaurant? That’s unstable behavior.”
His hands started to shake.
And then I showed him the button.
EXECUTE RECALL
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