Chapter 12 - THE MIDNIGHT DRIVE
An hour later, Mark’s black luxury SUV tore down the interstate highway leading straight toward downtown Chicago.
The towering skyscrapers pierced the dark night sky like jagged obsidian monuments bathed in neon lights.
Mark wore his charcoal grey suit with the top button undone, his hands gripping the leather steering wheel tightly.
His smartphone buzzed repeatedly on the dashboard console with urgent messages from corporate board members.
He ignored them all, focusing entirely on reaching the Vance Global Industries headquarters before midnight.
The security gates of the corporate parking garage parted automatically as his authorized executive transponder pinged.
He parked in his designated private slot, stepping out into the concrete expanse with cold, calculated precision.
The elevator doors opened immediately when he swiped his gold master card, whisking him up to the penthouse floor.
The hallway was pitch black except for the amber glow of the emergency exit signs overhead.
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He walked down the quiet corridor toward the double mahogany doors of Julian Vance’s executive corner office.
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