Chapter 18 - A Mysterious Black Courier Delivers A Final Warning
The fragile peace of the spring morning was broken when a solitary black courier motorcycle roared up to the penthouse entrance.
A sleek black box bearing no postal stamps or return address was delivered directly to Arthur Pendelton at the security desk.
Arthur inspected the parcel with an advanced portable scanner before carrying it into David’s private executive office.
“Found no explosives, boss, but the wax seal bears the insignia of the Zurich financial syndicate we routed last month,” Arthur warned.
David put down his pen, staring down at the ominous package resting quietly on the center of his mahogany desk.
May you like
He used a silver letter opener to crack the crimson wax seal, sliding off the lid to reveal a brass key and a note.
The typewritten note in cold, precise cursive read: “You dismantled our American branch, David. But Zurich owns the shadows.” A dangerous, confident smile curved across David’s lips as a chill of anticipation ran down his spine.
