Chapter 8
Morning sunlight broke through the heavy grey clouds, casting a sharp glare over the sleek glass towers of Manhattan's financial district. Inside the executive boardroom of Sterling Global, senior partners sat in anxious silence around the polished conference table.
Julian strode into the room wearing a sharp charcoal grey suit, his expression a mask of ruthless corporate confidence. He dropped a thick dossier onto the center of the mahogany table with a heavy thud.
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"Gentlemen, we have a minor domestic distraction handled, and today we finalize the federal acquisition," Julian announced, taking his seat at the head of the table. "Where is the compliance sign-off?"
The chief compliance officer swallowed hard, adjusting his tie nervously before sliding a single sheet of paper toward the CEO. "Mr. Sterling, we have a catastrophic problem with the primary asset allocation accounts."
