Chapter 22 - THE FLIGHT TO MANHATTAN
By noon, Marcus’s private Gulfstream jet soared through the clouds on a direct flight from Chicago to Teterboro Airport in New York.
Marcus sat in the leather cabin chair, testing his leg muscles by slowly extending and flexing his knees without assistance.
Clara sat across from him, reviewing financial audits of Sterling Capital Partners on an encrypted tablet.
"Your motor functions are returning at ninety percent efficiency. Another few days and you won't even need the wheelchair," Clara observed.
"Good. Because I intend to walk into Arthur Sterling's boardroom on my own two feet," Marcus stated with quiet determination.
The private jet touched down smoothly on the tarmac, where a convoy of black armored SUVs waited in formation.
Marcus stepped down the aircraft stairs, his boots hitting the pavement firmly as he walked upright into the crisp New York air.
His bodyguards surrounded him in tight defensive formation, while Clara walked right beside him like an equal partner in war.
They climbed into the lead vehicle, racing across the George Washington Bridge toward the glittering canyons of Wall Street.
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