Chapter 12 - Moving Into the Fiftieth-Floor Office
Tuesday morning broke over the Boston skyline with brilliant golden sunshine reflecting off the glass towers of the financial district.
I stepped out of a sleek black town car wearing a tailored charcoal suit that commanded immediate, absolute respect.
Security guards at the revolving glass doors snapped to attention, holding the entrance open while bowing respectfully as I entered.
“Good morning, Director Henderson,” the head of building security greeted me with a crisp, professional nod.
“Good morning, Marcus. Let’s head up to the executive suite,” I replied calmly, walking toward the private express elevators.
The elevator ride to the fiftieth floor took less than thirty seconds, carrying me far above the poverty and abuse of my past.
When the doors slid open, a sprawling corner office with panoramic views of the harbor stretched out before me.
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Arthur Vance was waiting by the mahogany desk, holding a fresh cup of coffee and a thick leather portfolio of assets.
“Welcome to your headquarters, Chloe; everything your father looted has been successfully recovered and restored,” Arthur reported.
