Chapter 13 - The Midnight Executive
At 11:45 PM, the glass skyscraper of Miller-Sterling Development stood dark against the rainy Austin skyline.
Inside the vast, seventy-floor executive suite, seventy-year-old Arthur Sterling sat in my leather high-backed chair.
A glass of thirty-year-old Macallan scotch sat on the mahogany desk beside a laptop glowing with live stock tickers.
Arthur looked out at the glittering lights of the city below, a broad, triumphant smile spreading across his face.
"Thirty years of playing second fiddle to Daniel Miller," Arthur muttered to himself, taking a slow sip of scotch.
"And tomorrow morning, my name goes on top of the building."
The heavy double doors of the executive suite suddenly creaked open, casting a long shadow across the polished floor.
Arthur turned around, expecting to see his secretary, but his smile froze when he saw me standing in the doorway.
I was still wearing my black wedding tuxedo, my hands buried deep inside my trousers pockets.
"Daniel!" Arthur gasped, quickly putting on his familiar, warm smile as he pushed himself up from my chair.
"What on earth are you doing here at midnight? I thought you were at the police station dealing with that terrible Rebecca business!"
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"I came to check on my company, Arthur," I said smoothly, stepping into the room and closing the heavy doors behind me.
"And I came to drink a glass of scotch with my oldest, most trusted friend."
