Chapter 7 - The Syndicate In Houston
The name Apex Holdings led directly to an oil and gas logistics firm operating out of a high-rise office building in downtown Houston.
Sitting in the corner office on the forty-fifth floor was Marcus Sterling, a ruthless corporate fixer who specialized in distressed land acquisitions.
Greg Miller sat across from Sterling’s massive glass desk, wearing a cheap suit he had purchased at a department store three hours prior.
"You guaranteed me that Richard Vance wouldn't discover the Kerrville lien until after the foreclosure cleared, Greg," Sterling said coldly.
Sterling twirled an expensive gold pen between his fingers, his eyes unblinking behind wire-rimmed glasses.
"Richard is smarter than you thought, Marcus," Greg pleaded, leaning forward with sweat glistening on his forehead.
"He used his military connections to pull the Treasury files before the bank opened this morning!"
"If he presents that forged notary to the state attorney general, your shell company is going to be audited by the federal government."
Sterling leaned back in his leather chair, looking out at the Houston skyline with total detachment.
"My shell company has three former state senators on its payroll, Mr. Miller," Sterling replied smoothly.
"What concerns me is your inability to control your wife and your complete lack of discretion with that cocktail waitress."
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Sterling pressed a button on his intercom, signaling his personal security chief standing outside the double doors.
"Take Mr. Miller down to the basement garage," Sterling ordered calmly. "He needs to understand the consequences of failing a six-million-dollar contract."
