Arthur stepped closer, his voice dropping to a dry hum that sent chills down spines.
"Did you really think I'd come here just for your hollow congratulations while you help yourselves to the keys? Those gold-encrusted keys that you didn't earn?"
One by one, he called them out, Delmar Kyreth, Janice Raoul, Merton Vale, Clarisse Wyndham.
Each name hung in the air like a dark cloud, revealing their hidden secrets for all to see. The room buzzed with tension as eyebrows arched and false politeness crumbled.
Turning back to the screens, Arthur pressed a button on his cufflink. "I have three choices for you," he announced coolly. "You choose."
Suddenly, new data overlays flickered to life: personal finance breakdowns for each cartel member,assets, investments, holdings laid bare.
"Choice 1:" Transfer 40% of all personal assets, cash or equivalent value, directly to Osborn Holdings Corp. Overnight. Zero questions asked.
