Chapter 8 - Reconnecting With Loyal Operatives In Lower Manhattan
Grace parked the sedan in the shadowy alley behind the dilapidated Greenwich Village brownstone, killing the engine entirely.
Dominic stepped out into the damp night air, his steps steadying as the adrenaline of survival surged through his veins.
He unlocked the heavy iron gate using an old mechanical key that hadn't seen daylight in ten long years.
Inside, the brownstone was coated in a thin layer of dust, but the emergency power generator hummed to life instantly at his touch.
Ten minutes later, the screech of tires echoed in the alley as three armored black SUVs pulled up behind Grace’s car.
A dozen heavily armed men stepped out into the shadows, led by Vance, Dominic’s loyal head of global security.
Vance strode forward, saluting his boss with profound respect as he saw Dominic standing alive in the dim hallway.
“Welcome back, Mr. Moretti. We’ve audited the corporate accounts like you requested; Anthony has been busy,” Vance reported.
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“Show me the numbers, Vance. Every single transaction they tried to push through while I was unconscious,” Dominic commanded.
They gathered around the antique mahogany table as the digital tablets illuminated the dark room with damning financial proof.
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