Chapter 16 - The Arrival In Hamburg
By 8:00 a.m. German time, our private Gulfstream jet touched down on the tarmac at Hamburg Airport under a crisp, misty morning sky.
A convoy of three armored black SUVs met us on the runway, flanked by four private security officers provided by Klaus von Bernstorff.
We drove through the historic port city, passing massive container cranes and bustling docks stretching as far as the eye could see.
The Weber family estate sat on a high cliff overlooking the Elbe River—a massive nineteen-century stone castle surrounded by private forests.
Inside the grand dining hall, Baron Friedrich Weber sat at the head of a long oak table, surrounded by twelve senior European corporate executives.
Friedrich was a sixty-year-old man with cold gray hair, sharp facial features, and an expression of arrogant, aristocratic superiority.
He was sipping espresso from a fine porcelain cup when the heavy oak doors of the dining hall were thrown open by our security team.
Mark walked into the room wearing an immaculate tailored suit, flanked by Klaus von Bernstorff and me, holding Ethan in my arms.
The twelve corporate executives gasped in shock, rising from their seats as Klaus laid the certified DNA match reports flat onto the table.
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“Good morning, Uncle Friedrich,” Mark announced, his voice echoing through the vaulted hall with supreme, absolute authority.
“I believe you are sitting in my father’s chair.”
