Chapter 2 - Alvin Sterling's Cold Wrath Ignites
Alvin Sterling sat in his mahogany-paneled study in downtown Dallas, staring at the glowing display with eyes carved from absolute ice.
The live thermal and camera feed from the mountain retreat broadcasted every agonizing second of his daughter’s horror.
He watched as Diego stood casually on the frozen patio, watching a pregnant woman collapse into the freezing ice water.
Alvin’s breath hitched in his throat, replaced instantly by a primal, terrifying fury that shook his entire body.
He didn't scream or break a glass; he simply reached out and picked up his secure satellite telephone.
“Activate the private emergency fleet immediately,” Alvin commanded, his voice dropping into a deadly, whispered register.
“Position two Sikorsky helicopters over the Aspen mountain retreat within twenty minutes, no matter the weather conditions.”
His head of security didn't ask questions, recognizing the unmistakable tone of a father about to unleash absolute hell.
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“Consider it done, Mr. Sterling. We’ll secure the perimeter before they even realize what hit them.”
Alvin stood up slowly, grabbing his heavy wool overcoat as his gaze locked back onto the frozen screen.
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