Chapter 12 - SHOWDOWN ON WALL STREET
The glass tower of Vance Global Financial stood tall in the heart of Manhattan's financial district.
Marcus strode through the marble lobby flanked by two federal agents, his dark slicked hair impeccably styled.
Employees scattered out of the way as the muscular CEO walked directly toward the executive boardroom on the top floor.
Inside the boardroom, twelve corporate directors were huddled in an emergency session regarding the Greenwich incident.
Marcus slammed the heavy double doors open, stepping into the room with absolute authority.
"Good morning, gentlemen," Marcus said calmly, resting both hands on the glossy mahogany conference table.
Vice Chairman Richard Sterling gasped, dropping his gold fountain pen onto his tablet screen.
"Marcus! We thought you were... we heard rumors of an attack!" Richard stammered, turning pale.
"You thought I was dead, Richard," Marcus countered, pulling a printout of offshore bank transfers from his suit pocket.
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He threw the papers onto the center of the table, exposing Richard's secret payments from Gabriel Thorne's shell company.
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