Chapter 4 - THE WHISPER OF AUTHORITY
Elena did not flinch, nor did she bow her head under the piercing gaze of the most feared underworld syndicate leader in Chicago.
She simply adjusted the navy blue collar of her uniform shirt, her breathing steady and controlled like a seasoned operative.
"Clean this trash off my floor," Marcus instructed quietly, his eyes never leaving Elena's unblinking, dangerous gaze.
The two bodyguards immediately stepped forward, grabbing Julian by his light grey suit lapels with ruthless efficiency.
Julian shrieked in protest as he was hauled upward like a rag doll, his expensive briefcase left abandoned on the dining table.
"You'll regret this! My corporation will sue this entire establishment into bankruptcy by tomorrow morning!" Julian screamed hysterically.
The heavy mahogany service doors swung open, swallowing Julian's frantic threats as the bodyguards tossed him out onto the concrete pavement.
The dining room slowly resumed its fragile, nervous hum, though every patron kept their eyes respectfully averted toward the floor.
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Elena bent down gracefully, picking up the tray that had been violently knocked aside during the sudden altercation.
She moved with feline agility, her posture radiating a silent, lethal competence that sent shivers down the spine of onlookers.
