Chapter 15 - THE PRIVATE HANGAR
At John F. Kennedy International Airport, a sleek black private jet sat parked inside a private corporate hangar. Rain beat steadily against the metal roof as the aircraft's hydraulic stairs descended onto the polished concrete floor.
A tall woman in her late fifties stepped down the stairs, wearing an immaculate charcoal coat and carrying a vintage leather briefcase that bore the exact same family crest as Samantha's locket.
Four dark SUVs pulled into the hangar, their headlights cutting through the dim interior as Marcus and six armed security guards stepped out, forming a perimeter around the aircraft.
The woman stopped at the bottom of the stairs, looking at Marcus with a calm, aristocratic smile that mirrored Samantha's own expression.
"Tell Samantha that her aunt has finally come home to collect her half of the Vance estate," the woman announced softly, her voice carrying an undeniable authority.
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Inside her office at the Grand Metropolitan, Samantha watched the live security feed from the hangar on her wall monitor. She leaned back in her high-backed armchair, resting her chin on her linked fingers as she studied the face of the woman on the screen.
"So, my father wasn't the only survivor of the 1990 corporate purge," Samantha murmured to herself, a cold, dangerous smile spreading slowly across her lips.
