Chapter 4 - The Family Attorney Waiting At The Apartment Door
Before Marissa could even hang up her coat inside the doorway, a sleek black town car pulled up sharply.
A tall man in an expensive charcoal suit stepped out onto the cracked concrete sidewalk of the street.
Adrian recognized the silhouette instantly from boardroom meetings and annual shareholder gatherings across downtown Boston.
It was Richard Sterling, the senior legal counsel for Whitmore Infrastructure and the family’s personal attorney.
Sterling walked up the wooden steps with the arrogant, unhurried stride of a man who owned the neighborhood.
Through the clear window glass, Adrian saw Marissa freeze in place, her face draining of all color.
Sterling knocked firmly on the wooden door, the sharp sound echoing across the quiet residential avenue.
Marissa opened the door a crack, her body positioned defensively to block anyone from entering her home.
Adrian stepped further into the shadow of a maple tree, his eyes narrowing as he watched Sterling flash a leather folder.
Even from fifty feet away, Adrian could see the tense, combative posture in Marissa’s stiff shoulders.
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Richard Sterling was not there to deliver casual legal advice; he was there to exert corporate intimidation.
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