Chapter 13 - The Arrogant Financier Receives A Lethal Warning
Inside a sterile federal holding facility downtown, Arthur Sterling paced frantically around his temporary holding cell.
His high-priced defense lawyers had abandoned him an hour ago after seeing the unsealed federal indictments.
A prison guard unlocked the heavy metal door, stepping aside to let a solitary visitor enter the visitation booth.
Arthur looked up, expecting a prosecutor, but instead saw a tall, scarred man wearing an expensive black overcoat.
“Who the hell are you? Get me my phone right now!” Arthur demanded, slamming his hand against the glass partition.
“The bosses sent me to remind you of what happens to people who lose control of their operations,” the visitor whispered coldly.
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Arthur’s face turned pale as he recognized the syndicate insignia tattooed on the man’s wrist.
“I didn't talk! I swear I didn't give them anything!” Arthur stammered in absolute terror.
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