Chapter 4 - Marcus Vane Demands Answers for the Brutal Eviction
The silence that followed Marcus's bold declaration hung heavier than the pouring rain in the autumn air.
Richard forced a nervous laugh, trying to mask his rising panic behind a veneer of corporate superiority.
“If you owned this block, old man, you wouldn't be wearing faded denim and pushing a broom in the slush,” Richard scoffed.
Marcus reached slowly into the inside pocket of his canvas work jacket, pulling out a sleek leather portfolio.
He flipped it open to reveal an embossed municipal deed signed by the city mayor and federal real estate regulators.
“Block 42, including this luxury residential tower, the commercial center, and every brick beneath your Italian shoes, is registered to Vane Holdings,” Marcus stated.
Richard's eyes darted down to the legal document, his face draining of all color as recognition set in.
The Vane name was legendary in New York real estate circles—a secretive billionaire dynasty that controlled prime Manhattan territory.
“Mr... Mr. Vane? I had no idea you were conducting field inspections in this district,” Richard stammered, his voice cracking.
“Clearly you didn't, because you were too busy terrorizing a pregnant woman on my private property,” Marcus replied icily.
Clara looked up from beneath the black umbrella, her tear-stained face registering utter disbelief at the sudden turn of events.
Marcus glanced down at her with infinite gentleness, before snapping his sharp gaze back to the cowering executive.
“You violated three separate clauses of our residential lease agreement regarding tenant harassment and public misconduct,” Marcus noted.
“We can settle this quietly inside the lobby, Mr. Vane; my legal team can draft an addendum,” Richard pleaded desperately.
“Your lease is terminated effective immediately, and your corporate accounts tied to this building are locked,” Marcus announced flatly.
Richard took a frantic step forward, his slicked-back dark hair falling out of place in the damp wind.
“You can't evict me like this! I have high-profile clients flying in from Wall Street tomorrow morning!” Richard yelled.
“You should have thought about your clients before you threw your pregnant wife into the freezing gutters of my city,” Marcus retorted.
The heavy rain continued to pour down around them, washing away the last remnants of Richard's untouchable illusion.
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Marcus gestured slightly toward the grand glass doors of the building behind them.
“Security, escort this trespasser off my property immediately,” Marcus commanded into a small lapel radio.
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