Chapter 11 - Desperate Measures And Empty Threats In Downtown Manhattan
Julian stepped out of a yellow cab in front of the gleaming glass monolith of Kensington Tower downtown.
He marched toward the revolving glass doors, his expensive suit now wrinkled from a sleepless night of panic.
Two burly security guards in dark tactical suits immediately stepped into his path before he reached the lobby desk.
“Hold on, sir, do you have an appointment with executive management?” the head guard asked coldly.
“I am Julian Vance! My family built the corporate district this tower is standing on!” Julian screamed indignantly.
“Your family doesn't own a single brick in this zip code anymore, Mr. Vance,” the guard replied without blinking.
Several passing pedestrians stopped to stare at the disheveled former billionaire throwing a public tantrum.
Julian tried to shove past the guards, but his arms were pinned behind his back with practiced, professional efficiency.
“Tell Isabel she can't hide behind her hired muscle forever!” Julian yelled as he was escorted backward out the doors.
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The heavy glass doors slid shut, cutting off his frantic shouts and sealing him out of her empire entirely.
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