Chapter 18 - Reclaiming the Chicago Freight Empire
“The meeting is adjourned, Sterling,” Everett’s deep, resonant voice echoed off the vaulted ceilings of the grand dining hall.
The board members scrambled backward from their seats, staring in absolute awe and terror at the man they had assumed was dead and buried.
“Federal agents have already seized your offshore accounts, your personal assets, and your forged corporate transfer papers,” Everett stated coldly.
Sterling backed away toward the floor-to-ceiling windows, his hands trembling as he realized he had nowhere left to run in the entire city.
“You can't do this to me, Everett! We’re family! I kept your empire running while you were rotting in a hospital bed!” Sterling screamed.
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“You looted my vaults and tried to murder my wife,” Everett replied, stepping forward with an intimidating aura of absolute dominance.
Federal marshals swarmed the room, clicking heavy steel handcuffs around Sterling’s wrists and dragging him out the double doors in disgrace.
