In the hotel room in London, Dmitri Volkov stood in the center, with his four armed men strategically positioned, as Maxwell smiled smugly.
"You're not a prisoner, Mr. Marvin, but a business partner. A voluntary partner is like that in a profitable venture."
"So, I can leave then?"
"Of course, right after you sign these documents, transfer operational control and make me CEO of Marvin Ventures."
"And if I refuse?"
Volkov pulled up a tablet to display a live video feed. This was my home showing Rose playing in the yard, Hector reading on the porch, and Thomas with the nanny inside.
"Your family, Tony. Such beautiful children would be a shame if something unfortunate happened to them."
My blood was running ice cold. "Don't you dare touch them."
"Then cooperate, Mr. Marvin, it's a simple business transaction where everyone benefits, and we all survive."
Maxwell calmly explained the full criminal scope casually, as if it were nothing.
