Chapter 2 - The Investors Arrive Early
The heavy grandfather clock in the foyer chimed six times, its resonant strikes echoing through the high-ceilinged hallway.
A sleek black limousine pulled up to the circular driveway, its headlights cutting sharply through the gathering autumn twilight.
Ryan straightened his charcoal lapels one final time, casting a cold, warning glance toward the kitchen doorway where I stood.
“Remember your place tonight, Evelyn, and keep that swollen wrist hidden out of sight,” he whispered harshly.
I forced a tight, submissive nod, sliding my injured left hand deeper into the pocket of my apron.
The front doorbell chimed twice, an authoritative sound that signaled the arrival of Manhattan’s elite financial predators.
Ryan smoothed his expression into a practiced, charming smile before striding across the polished hardwood floor to welcome them.
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The heavy mahogany door swung open to reveal three senior partners from the city’s most ruthless venture capital firms.
“Welcome, gentlemen! Please, come inside out of the chilly evening air,” Ryan greeted them with exaggerated warmth.
