Justice for the Vance Heiress

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ried to fight him on his terms. I had screamed, I had pleaded, I had

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wide with a trauma no one else could see. The naive, trusting girl who had walked into he

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rms, I would fight him on mine. If he wanted to control the Va

th. That was

ring under the force of my heel. A sharp pain shot up my

er of old money. They were wrong. Her true legacy was her mind. A brilliant, str

band. She had known the ma

of "The Meditations" by Marcus Aurelius, my mother's favorite. My fingers found the hidden l

drive. A failsafe. My mother had ca

rive into my laptop. The screen li

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deals, bribery schemes. A vast network of corruption with Senator Richard Thorne at its very center. It was a d

knew it existed. I had bee

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tached the dossier. I addressed it to the Securities and Exchange Commission, the FBI's Pu

email, I typed a si

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roy the Vance name. It would create a scandal that woul

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e game had changed. And they did