Chapter 3 - Marcus Arrives With Answers About Linda’s Past
Back at my South Side estate, my most trusted enforcer, Marcus, stood beside my mahogany desk reviewing a rushed background file.
The encrypted secure line on my desk buzzed twice, signaling that Marcus had arrived downstairs to deliver his findings.
“Send him in,” I ordered into the intercom, leaning back in my leather executive chair while lighting a Cuban cigar.
Marcus pushed open the heavy oak door, slamming a thick manila folder down onto the polished wood surface.
“You wanted to know why our quietest maid has been working sixty-hour weeks without a single complaint, boss?” Marcus asked grimly.
“Talk,” I commanded, blowing a slow ring of gray smoke toward the high ceiling.
“Her husband died in a construction accident three years ago, leaving her with zero insurance and a toddler diagnosed with acute leukemia.”
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“And the hospital subsidy?” I pressed.
“Pulled yesterday by a corrupt corporate insurance board that just re-routed pediatric oncology funds into their own executive bonuses.”
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