Chapter 4 - THE WALL STREET TYCOON
News of the stair incident sent shockwaves through the Manhattan financial district by early morning.
At the top floor of the Sterling Tower on Wall Street, Charles Sterling stared out his floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the foggy harbor.
As Victoria’s wealthy husband and Clara’s estranged father-in-law, Charles held the power to destroy both women.
The double oak doors opened, and Detective Reese entered without waiting for an invitation.
"Your wife is sitting in a holding cell at the Central Booking facility, Mr. Sterling," Reese announced, placing a folder on the glass desk.
"Victoria is emotional, Detective," Charles replied smoothly, pouring himself a glass of scotch. "It was an unfortunate domestic accident."
"An accident?" Reese sneered, leaning across the mahogany desk. "She shoved a seven-month pregnant woman down a staircase on video."
"My legal team will handle the press," Charles said coldly, adjusting his gold cufflinks. "Clara is mentally unstable and emotionally fragile."
"Clara sent me her medical records from three different private clinics," Reese countered, tapping the folder.
Charles paused, his glass hovering inches from his lips. "What records?"
"Records proving Victoria has been slipping synthetic steroids into Clara’s tea for the past four months," Reese revealed.
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Charles's jaw clenched tightly, his eyes narrowing into slits.
"If those records hit the press, Sterling Global stock drops forty percent by noon," Reese warned.
