Chapter 2 - The Boss Confronts The Security Guard In The Grand Foyer
The air inside the vast white marble entrance of the mansion turned cold as ice while everyone stood frozen in place.
The Boss, Marcus Sterling, took two slow, deliberate steps toward the burly guard whose hands were still resting near the maid’s arms.
Marcus was a former federal prosecutor who had built a multi-million-dollar corporate security empire across the eastern seaboard of the United States.
He didn't yell; his voice dropped to a low, lethal hum that made the heavy crystal chandelier above the staircase seem to hum in response.
“Take your hands off Elena this second, Jim,” Marcus commanded, his gray eyes locking onto the guard’s sweat-stained face like iron sight pins.
Jim, the head of private security who had served the Sterling estate for four years, slowly pulled his thick fingers away from Elena’s bruised jacket.
Elena crumpled toward the marble floor, gasping for air as seven-year-old Leo rushed to her side, wrapping his small arms around her shoulders.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Sterling! I swear I was just following procedure when the vault alarm signaled an unauthorized access code!” Jim stammered desperately.
“You weren't following procedure, Jim. You were setting up an innocent woman to cover your own tracks,” Marcus said, stepping between Jim and the door.
From the top of the grand spiral staircase, the floorboards creaked once more, a long, deliberate sound that echoed through the quiet house.
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Marcus didn't turn his head away from Jim, but his right hand slowly slid inside his tailored suit jacket toward his concealed leather holster.
“Now answer my son’s question, Jim,” Marcus demanded quietly. “Who was standing behind you in my office at two o'clock in the morning?”
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