Chapter 23
The next morning, the sun rose clear and brilliant over the eastern horizon, painting the sky in shades of gold and purple.
I stood on the private terrace of my penthouse suite, watching a heavy cargo ship steam past our coastline.
The ocean breeze was cool and refreshing, carrying the crisp scent of pine and salt water.
Marcus walked out onto the terrace, wearing his sharp black suit, holding his tablet.
“I’ve already initiated surveillance on all flights arriving from Zurich, Amelia,” Marcus reported softly.
“And Charlotte’s federal protection detail has been doubled without her knowledge.”
“Thank you, Marcus,” I said, looking out at the endless expanse of the Atlantic Ocean.
“Do you think we can win a war against an international investment council?” Marcus asked quietly.
I turned to look at him, my platinum founder badge catching the early morning sunlight.
“Marcus, three weeks ago I was dragged across my own lobby by a woman wearing my money,” I reminded him.
“I took down my cousin, a United States Senator, and my own father in less than twenty-four hours.”
“If Zurich wants to come to my coast to take my resort…”
“I’ll show them why they call me the Founder.”
Marcus nodded with a slow, deep sense of absolute respect, turning to walk back inside to execute the security plan.
I pulled the silver flash drive from my pocket, tossing it gently in my palm.
The fight for Grand Haven wasn't over.
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It was merely moving to a global stage.
And I was ready.
