Chapter 23 - BREACHING STERLING CAPITAL
Sterling Capital Partners occupied the top three floors of a gleaming glass skyscraper in the heart of financial Manhattan.
The lobby security guards attempted to block the elevators, but Marcus's federal credentials and private security detail brushed them aside.
Marcus strode through the polished marble lobby with unyielding authority, his tailored burgundy suit turning every head in the room.
He stepped into the private express elevator, watching the floor numbers climb rapidly toward the executive penthouse suite.
Clara stood beside him, her expression calm, cool, and collected as the elevator chimes signaled their arrival at the top floor.
The heavy glass double doors slid open automatically, revealing a luxurious executive bullpen filled with panicked junior brokers.
Arthur Sterling stood behind his massive mahogany desk, his face turning pale as he saw Marcus Vance walking upright toward him.
"Marcus... how?! You're supposed to be paralyzed in a wheelchair!" Arthur stammered, backing away toward his panoramic window.
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"Miracles happen when you stop drinking your wife's poisoned tea, Arthur," Marcus mocked coldly.
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