Julian stared at the crowd that had been eating out of his hand five minutes ago. Now they looked ready to tear him apart with their bare hands. Something inside him snapped like a wire pulled too tight.
He started laughing.
Not the nervous kind you hear in awkward situations. Full-blown, unhinged cackling that bounced off the marble walls and made everyone's skin crawl. The sound belonged in an asylum, not a corporate boardroom.
"You want to call me a fraud?" He wiped tears from his cheeks, still giggling like a maniac. Look around this room! Every single one of you built your fortune on someone else's corpse!"
He spun toward the shareholders, arms spread wide like he was embracing the whole damn circus. "The Astors? Made their money selling drugs to the Chinese. The Vanderbilts? Rail
