Chapter 12 - The Federal Inquiry
Ten minutes later, Special Agent Vance—unrelated to the corrupt media consultant of my past, though bearing the same sharp, calculating expression—sat across from us in the grand dining hall. He placed a thick, manila folder stamped with federal seals directly onto the polished oak table.
"Mr. Castiglion, Ms. Mave," Agent Vance began, his voice flat and professional. "As you know, the federal crackdown on the Bratva's eastern shipping lanes left a massive vacuum in the port authority. Following the collapse of Rostov’s faction and the disappearance of Marcus Vance, the Department of Justice is looking to stabilize the harbor. We need a corporate partner to take over municipal logistics management."
Leo didn't flinch. His face remained an impassive mask of chilling composure, his scarred hands resting casually on the table. "And why bring this to Emerald Infrastructure?"
"Because your financial director—" Vance glanced briefly at me with a nod of profound professional recognition "—submitted a structural restructuring plan forty-eight hours ago that completely separates your private holdings from your legitimate shipping infrastructure. Independent audits show zero ties to illicit contraband. In short, Mr. Castiglion, you've successfully laundered your empire into a legitimate multi-billion-dollar logistics corporation under federal guidelines."
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I kept my expression neutral, though a wave of immense satisfaction washed over me. All those late nights poring over encrypted ledgers and routing codes hadn't just saved my brother's life; they had systematically dismantled a criminal enterprise from the inside out and rebuilt it into an untouchable corporate titan.
"We are listening, Agent Vance," I said clearly, taking the lead. "What are the terms of the municipal contract?"
