Chapter 8 - The Emergency Emergency Board Meeting In New York City
Two hours later, Aquila One touched down at JFK International Airport, where a motorcade of armored executive sedans was waiting on the tarmac. Claire was whisked directly to the iconic glass skyscraper overlooking Midtown Manhattan, the global headquarters of Mercer Enterprises.
Inside the sprawling 50th-floor boardroom, twenty senior directors sat in tense, anxious silence around a massive mahogany table. Arthur Pendelton sat near the end, his hands shaking noticeably as he tried to adjust his wire-rimmed glasses.
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As the heavy doors opened, every single director stood up in unison, bowing their heads respectfully as Claire walked inside. She wore a tailored black suit, her eyes cold, sharp, and unmistakably carrying her mother's fierce authority.
Claire walked directly to the head of the table, taking the executive leather armchair that had belonged to Eleanor Mercer for four decades. "Sit down," Claire commanded softly, and twenty powerful men and women immediately dropped into their seats.
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