Chapter 7 - Private Chopper Lands On The Miami Rooftop Helipad
High above the dazzling Miami skyline, a sleek twin-engine AgustaWestland helicopter descended smoothly onto the museum’s private rooftop helipad.
The rotor blades spun down with a gradual whir, cutting through the warm coastal breeze coming off Biscayne Bay.
The cabin door opened from the inside, and Seraphina stepped out onto the concrete landing pad with absolute poise.
Two corporate security directors in sharp suits stood at attention, shielding her from the ocean wind as she walked toward the service elevator.
“Everything is in position, Madam Chairwoman. The media pool is locked live to national broadcast feeds,” Marcus reported via earpiece.
“Excellent. Is the legal seizure documentation fully executed?” Seraphina asked, her voice calm and authoritative.
“All thirty-two subsidiary accounts of Holloway Meridian are frozen effective immediately upon your public command,” Marcus confirmed.
Seraphina stepped into the private elevator, pressing the penthouse level button that led directly to the upper gallery overlook.
The mirrored walls of the elevator reflected a woman who commanded empires, not one who scrubbed kitchen floors for ungrateful in-laws.
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The descent toward the grand ballroom was not just an entrance; it was a scheduled execution of corporate fraud.
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