Chapter 3
By 8:45 PM, my black armored Maybach rolled down Fifth Avenue toward the iconic Plaza Hotel in Manhattan.
Police escorts cleared the intersections, their flashing red lights cutting through the chilly autumn rain.
Outside the hotel, hundreds of press cameras flashed furiously against the red carpet lined with velvet ropes.
Julian’s black SUV had arrived fifteen minutes earlier; I watched live footage of his arrival on the Maybach’s interior screen.
He looked insufferably smug in his custom tux, his arm wrapped tightly around Victoria Sterling’s wine-red gown.
Evelyn and Chloe walked right behind them, posing for reporters as if they were royalty attending a coronation.
The lower banner on the news broadcast read: “Julian Harrison Arrives with PR Director Victoria Sterling Amid Rumors of Major Deal.”
A dark, icy smile touched my lips as the Maybach pulled up directly to the main VIP entrance.
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“Madam Chairperson, the President of the Federal Reserve and the Governor are waiting in the private reception room,” Marcus informed me.
“Let’s not keep our guests waiting, Marcus,” I replied, stepping out into the flashing cameras.
