Chapter 11 - The Tarmac In Teterboro
By noon, my SUV pulled onto the private tarmac at Teterboro Airport in New Jersey, where a private Gulfstream jet was waiting.
Marcus Vance met us near the boarding stairs, holding a thick leather briefcase containing our finalized corporate acquisition documents.
“The board of Sterling Holdings just held an emergency vote in Manhattan, Sarah,” Marcus reported with a sharp, victorious smile.
“With Julian’s voting shares assigned to your trust, you now control fifty-two percent of the company’s operating assets.”
“Arthur and Evelyn have been denied bail due to flight risk concerns, and Julian has been subpoenaed as a material witness.”
I looked up at the sleek white jet, feeling the warm sunshine beating down on my face as the twin engines began to hum gently.
“And the Cleveland plant workers’ pension fund?” I asked, keeping my focus on the real reason I had fought this battle.
“Restored in full,” Marcus confirmed proudly. “Eighteen million dollars transferred directly back to the families affected by the 2011 incident.”
I turned to my daughter, taking her small hand in mine as we walked up the mobile staircase toward the open cabin door.
Lily looked back at the tarmac, then up at me with a bright, beautiful smile that erased every remaining shadow of the past three years.
“Where are we going, Mommy?” Lily asked, her small voice clear and full of innocent excitement for the first time in months.
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“We’re going to Ohio, sweetie,” I answered, kissing her forehead before stepping into the luxurious climate-controlled cabin.
“We’re going home to build something real.”
