Chapter 8 - THE SHADOW ALLIANCE
Marcus stared at her for a long, agonizing moment before breaking into a slow, crooked, amused smile.
"I like you, Elena. You have ice in your veins and steel in your spine," Marcus declared, tapping his cigar ash into a crystal tray.
"Respect is earned through action, not compliments, Mr. Sterling," she replied, straightening her navy blue collar.
"Very well. Julian Vance's father is coming down here tonight with local precinct cops to raid this place," Marcus warned flatly.
"Let them come. The cellar wine racks have plenty of room for extra visitors," Elena stated with grim humor.
Marcus stood up, towering over the desk at six feet four inches, his tattoos visible along the edge of his black shirt collar.
"We strike first, legally and financially, before their warrant even clears the printer," Marcus commanded with absolute authority.
"Hand me the encrypted tablet on the sideboard," Elena requested, stepping toward the communications console without hesitation.
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In less than three minutes, she bypassed three layers of municipal firewall security to expose the DA's offshore accounts.
Marcus watched over her shoulder, realizing with absolute certainty that having her on his side was worth a war.
