Chapter 8 - The Folding American Flag Hides A Decorated Military Veteran Past

Richard raised his hand, pointing a single finger toward the glass display case resting on the grand stone mantelpiece.
Inside the polished wooden box sat a meticulously folded American flag, flanked by several gold service medals.
“You forgot who I was before I built this empire, Victoria,” Richard said, his voice echoing off the vaulted ceiling.
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“I didn't make my first billion in tech by being a pushover; I earned my stripes in black-ops intelligence.”
“And you honestly believed you could outsmart a man who spent decades outmaneuvering international syndicates?”
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