Chapter 12 - Harrison Cole Makes His Move
The door to the motel room burst open without warning, splintering the wooden frame against the wall.
Two men in dark suits stepped into the room, followed closely by Harrison Cole leaning on his heavy cane.
Marcus stumbled backward until he hit the cheap dresser, his eyes wide with absolute panic.
“Who... who are you people? Where are the police?” Marcus stammered, raising his hands defensively.
“The police have their jurisdiction, Marcus, but I have my own,” Harrison said calmly, stopping in the center of the room.
He tapped his cane against the floor, looking down at the broken corporate bully with icy contempt.
“You thought you could mock an active-duty naval aviator and walk away from defense supply corruption?” Harrison asked.
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“I didn't mean anything by it! It was just dinner conversation!” Marcus cried out pathetically.
“Your career is finished, your accounts are seized, and you will spend the next decade in a federal penitentiary,” Harrison stated.
