Chapter 7 - The Shadow In Manhattan
While peace settled over the Connecticut estate, a very different scene was unfolding inside a glass skyscraper in downtown Manhattan.
Jonathan Vance, the head of the East Coast syndicate and my own adoptive father, sat behind his executive desk in absolute silence.
On his computer screen played the news broadcast detailing Elena’s arrest and the dismantling of her family’s financial network.
A sharp knock echoed through his private office, and Victor walked in without waiting for an invitation, his expression stone-cold.
“You cut it close, Victor,” my father said, leaning back in his leather chair and spinning a heavy gold ring around his finger.
“If Elena had discovered the bug in the nursery three days earlier, your entire cover would have been blown.”
“She was too arrogant to notice anything outside of her own reflection, Jonathan,” Victor replied, taking a seat across the desk.
“And now, with her out of the way, the merger between Vance Global and the European shipping syndicate can proceed.”
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“Except for one small complication,” my father murmured, sliding a sealed manila folder across the mahogany wood.
“A courier from London just dropped this off at the front desk ten minutes ago. It concerns your past in Boston.”
