Chapter 7 - A Tense Office Showdown Over Old Legal Documents
Thirty minutes later, Richard Sterling walked into Adrian’s top-floor executive office holding a fresh cup of espresso.
He stopped short when he saw Adrian sitting behind the massive oak desk with Ethan Keane’s red folder open before him.
“Good morning, Adrian; I trust you’re reviewing the quarterly municipal bids for the South Boston expansion?” Sterling asked smoothly.
Adrian didn't look up from the document, his slate-gray eyes fixed on a signature dated four years prior.
“Close the door, Richard,” Adrian said, his voice dropping into a dangerous, icy register that commanded immediate obedience.
Sterling’s smile faltered for a fraction of a second before he smoothly stepped inside and clicked the latch shut.
“Is there a problem with the legal framework for the harbor contracts?” Sterling asked, maintaining his corporate poise.
“The only problem in this building is the corporate parasite who stole millions from a dead engineer’s widow,” Adrian said.
Adrian stood up slowly, leaning his palms against the edge of the desk as he stared down his chief attorney.
“Explain to me why Ethan Keane’s patent royalties were diverted to an offshore shell account you manage.”
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Sterling’s face turned pale, but he recovered quickly, crossing his arms with a defiant, calculating smirk.
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