Chapter 12
The grand elevator of the Tribune Tower rose swiftly to the sixty-fifth floor, stopping with a soft chime at the executive suite.
Ethan stepped out into the opulent marble lobby, followed closely by Miller and two heavy-set security operatives.
The receptionist looked up in alarm, reaching for her desk alarm button, but Miller gently placed his hand over her wrist.
"Don't do that, ma'am. Mr. Vance is here for an uninvited family reunion," Miller stated smoothly.
Ethan didn't wait for permission; he walked straight toward the heavy mahogany double doors of the boardroom.
He kicked the doors open with a thunderous crash that shattered the latch and rattled the crystal chandelier inside.
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Ten senior executives sitting around the massive glass table gasped in unison, turning around in utter shock.
At the head of the table sat Jonathan Cross, a silver-haired man in an expensive charcoal suit, holding a golden pen.
