Chapter 23
"Good morning, gentlemen; I trust you enjoyed your final meeting in my father's chair," Vanessa said, her voice cutting like a razor.
She placed her leather portfolio onto the center of the table with a sharp, echoing thud that sounded like a judge's gavel dropping.
Outside the high-rise window, the New York skyline hummed with indifferent energy under the bright, unobstructed American flag.
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Vanessa turned her gaze toward the glass, a slow, terrifyingly confident smile touching the corners of her perfectly painted lips.
The game was far from over, but the hunter had finally become the apex predator, ready to devour anyone who dared cross her path.
