Chapter 19 - A Quiet Meeting In A Private Manhattan Penthouse
Later that afternoon, high above Fifth Avenue in a private Manhattan penthouse, Eleanor met with federal prosecutor David.
The room offered a panoramic view of Central Park bathed in the crisp, golden light of an American autumn.
David placed a federal immunity agreement on the marble coffee table, sliding it gently toward the seated woman.
“You handed us the exact evidence we needed to dismantle a decades-long criminal syndicate, Eleanor,” David stated.
“I cleaned my own house; your federal bureau merely provided the legal dumpster,” Eleanor replied smoothly.
“Marcus Vance is cooperating with our investigation as well, though he expects a reduced prison sentence for his trouble,” David added.
“Let him rot in a white-collar facility; he served his purpose as the battering ram,” Eleanor dismissed coldly.
“And what about your future plans now that Vance Industries is entirely under your voting control?” David asked curiously.
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Eleanor stood up slowly, walking toward the floor-to-ceiling glass window overlooking the bustling city below.
“This is just the opening chapter, prosecutor. Empires are not built to be maintained; they are built to be conquered,” she smiled.
