Chapter 7 - The Manor On Lake Shore Drive
The sedan pulled up to a massive limestone mansion situated along Lake Shore Drive, overlooking the dark, turbulent waters of Lake Michigan.
Heavy iron gates swung open, allowing the vehicle to roll down a cobblestone driveway lined with towering oak trees.
Maya stepped out into the cool night air, the wind off the lake whipping her dark hair across her face.
Inside the grand foyer, crystal chandeliers cast brilliant light across marble statues and priceless oil paintings.
Marcus Callahan was already standing near the grand staircase, holding a fresh drink while chatting with an elderly man in a velvet smoking jacket.
The elderly man was Arthur Vance—Julian’s father and the founder of Vance Financial.
Julian stood a few feet away near a grand piano, holding a glass of scotch, his face darkening the second he saw Maya enter.
“What is she doing here?” Julian demanded loudly, taking a step toward his father. “Marcus, why did you bring the restaurant help to my home?”
Arthur Vance turned his sharp, sunken eyes toward Maya, his brow furrowing in irritation.
“Julian, quiet yourself,” Arthur rasped, his voice thin from years of heavy smoking. “Mr. Callahan brought her as a witness.”
“A witness to what?” Julian spat, glaring at Maya.
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Marcus took a slow sip of his drink, his calm authority instantly dominating the massive hallway.
“A witness to your family’s final signature,” Marcus said coldly.
