Chapter 7
By three o'clock in the morning, the storm outside had turned into a fierce gale shaking the skyscraper glass.
Inside the executive boardroom, Charlotte sat at the head of the long glass table, reviewing financial ledgers.
The double doors burst open, and Julian Sterling marched into the room, accompanied by three high-priced corporate attorneys.
"What do you think you're doing in my boardroom, Charlotte?" Julian demanded, his suit immaculate but his face pale.
Charlotte didn't even look up from her ledger.
"This room has belonged to my family since 1995, Julian," she replied calmly.
"You are currently standing on private property without security clearance."
Julian smirked, stepping up to the opposite end of the table and placing his hands flat on the glass.
"You think coming back from the dead gives you power?" Julian sneered.
"I own the debt on this building, Charlotte! The bank is foreclosing at eight o'clock today!"
"Which bank?" Charlotte asked gently, finally raising her eyes to lock onto his.
"Manhattan Commercial Bank," Julian declared triumphantly.
Charlotte pulled a fresh document from her brown leather bag and slid it across the glass table.
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"I bought Manhattan Commercial Bank at two o'clock this morning," Charlotte stated without an ounce of emotion.
"Your foreclosure notice has been denied, and your personal loan of sixty million dollars is now due immediately."
