Chapter 142
Samuel stood outside Kane Industries for twenty minutes, his hands shaking as he stared up at the gleaming glass tower that housed his cousin's empire. The morning rain had soaked through his cheap jacket - one of the few pieces of clothing he had left that wasn't being sold at auction. His once-expensive shoes had holes in the soles, and his hair hung limp and unwashed.
The security guard in the marble lobby looked at Samuel with barely concealed disgust. Here was a man who clearly didn't belong in this temple of wealth and power.
"I need to see Alexander Kane," Samuel said, his voice hoarse from a sleepless night spent packing family memories into cardboard boxes.
"Do you have an appointment?" the guard asked, already knowing the answer.
"No, but I'm family. I'm Samuel Caldwell. Alexander is my cousin."
The guard's expression shifted from disgust to curiosity. Everyone in Boston knew about the war between the Caldwells and the Kanes. "Wait here," he said, picking up a ph
