Chapter 18 - A Mysterious Black Box Arrives Bearing The Crimson Seal
At midday, a solitary black courier motorcycle roared up the estate drive and stopped before the front steps.
The rider delivered a heavy black cardboard box bearing no return address, secured with a thick crimson wax stamp.
Thorne inspected it thoroughly with an advanced portable X-ray scanner before carrying it into Julian’s study.
“No explosives, boss, but the wax seal matches the personal crest of the Zurich syndicate’s supreme director,” Thorne reported.
Julian put down his watchmaker’s tools, staring down at the ominous package resting on the polished mahogany desk.
He used a silver letter opener to crack the crimson wax, sliding off the heavy lid to reveal a brass key and a note.
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The typewritten note in neat, cold cursive read: “You destroyed our American branch, Julian. But Zurich owns the world.”
Julian’s lips curved into a dangerous, confident smile as a chill of anticipation ran down his spine.
