Chapter 11
At eight o'clock the following morning, snow fell softly over the pristine streets of Zurich, Switzerland.
A black armored SUV pulled up outside an imposing granite building housing the private banking firm of Keller & Sons.
Julian stepped out into the freezing alpine air, wearing a heavy black wool coat over his suit.
Marcus walked beside him, his hand discreetly resting near the concealed sidearm under his jacket.
They walked up the wide marble steps, passing through heavy brass doors into an opulent banking hall.
An elegant Swiss bank officer approached them, bowing politely.
"Good morning, gentlemen. How may Keller & Sons assist you today?" the officer inquired in flawless English.
"I have an appointment with Mr. Arthur Vance," Julian stated coldly, pulling a silver signet ring from his pocket.
The bank officer took one look at the family signet ring and his professional smile vanished instantly.
"Right this way, Mr. Vance," the officer whispered, bowing lower and leading them toward a private elevator.
They rode the elevator to the top floor, where a set of bulletproof glass doors opened into a sprawling penthouse office.
Sitting behind a massive glass desk overlooking the snow-covered Alps was Arthur Vance.
He looked up from his cup of espresso, his silver hair neatly combed back, wearing a bespoke Italian suit.
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"Hello, son," Arthur said smoothly, as if ten years hadn't passed since his fake funeral.
"I wondered how long it would take you to find me."
