ログイン"I'll see you tonight," Hazel said, struggling to contain the excitement in her voice.She pulled away from the curb and drove off, and in the rearview mirror she could see her mother still watching the car until it turned the corner and disappeared from sight.The next morning, the sun broke through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, waking Maxwell up before his alarm even had a chance to go off.He lay there for a minute, just staring at the ceiling.He got up, walked to the bathroom and took a hot shower, enjoying the endless water pressure that he still wasn't completely used to. He got dressed into his office attire, blue trousers and a matching jacket.After making a simple cup of coffee, Maxwell grabbed his phone, wallet, and car keys off the kitchen counter and headed down the private elevator to the underground garage.When the elevator doors slid open, he walked out into the cool, quiet space.The garage was mostly empty. The only person who was there was the sec
The next morning at Hazel's home.The shower was still running when Linda knocked on the bathroom door, her knuckles quick and urgent against the wood."Hazel! Hazel, come outside.""Mom, I'm in the shower," Hazel called back, raising her voice over the sound of the water. "I have work. Whatever it is can it wait?""It cannot wait," Linda said firmly from the other side of the door. "Come outside when you're done. Right now."Hazel turned off the water, dried off, and got dressed quickly, running through the possibilities in her head. Her mother's voice had carried that specific energy, not panic, not alarm, just pure insistence, that meant something had happened and Linda was not going to rest until Hazel had seen it with her own eyes.She came out of the bathroom still patting her hair dry, and found both her parents standing by the front door. Samuel had his arms crossed. Linda was practically vibrating."What's going on?" Hazel asked.Linda pointed at the door. "Go outside."Hazel
Dorian looked like he had just stepped out of a private members club. His dark hair was perfectly styled, his light grey suit was cut from fabric so fine it barely creased as he moved, and he wore a heavy vintage gold watch that had probably belonged to his great-grandfather. He moved with the lazy, effortless elegance of someone whose family hadn't worried about money in three centuries. Not the hungry, aggressive energy of someone protecting an expanding empire. Something older than that. Something that didn't need to prove anything because it never had to.To Dorian, the Sterlings were aggressive merchants who had gotten lucky a few decades ago. New money. Loud, fast, and temporary. The Zenith family had dominated the city's elite since before anyone currently alive was born, and they despised how quickly the Sterlings had risen, and they absolutely hated that this upstart family had somehow grown wealthier and more powerful than them in a fraction of the time it had taken the Zen
The junior officer opened his mouth to argue, but the sheer weight of the agent's tone shut him down completely. He looked back through the glass, his throat dry.Inside the room, Julian’s patience finally ran out.He had finally asked Frank if someone from a specific company or family had approached him to buy sterling industries secrets and if Frank had sold them the Sterling corporate plans. And as expected, Frank of course said, “I promise you. I have no connections to those people,” "Wrong answer," Julian said.Before Frank could even blink, Julian reached down, gripped the older man roughly by the back of his hair, and slammed his face straight down onto the solid metal table.A loud, sickening smack echoed off the bare walls.Frank let out a sharp howl of pain, his nose instantly flattening against the steel as dark red blood began to pool even more on the reflective surface. The handcuffs rattled violently against the iron ring anchored to the center of the table.“The evide
The heavy iron door of the interrogation room clicked shut, sealing Julian and Frank inside with the cold, dead scent of cheap bleach and old sweat.Frank didn't look up right away. He kept his eyes locked on his cuffed hands, his shoulders were raised and the upper body was bent forward, creating a rounded curve in the upper back so tight it looked ready to snap.He knew Julian. He knew the cold and effortless way the younger man moved through corporate spaces.Julian was the last sterling Frank expected to deal with. And seeing him here, under the faint light of the interrogation room, made Frank’s stomach drop into a empty, freezing pit.Julian glanced at the seat In front of him but he didn't sit down. He just stood there for a long moment, looking at Frank like he was a broken piece of machinery that had outlived its usefulness."Eight years, Frank," Julian said. His voice was dangerously quiet, lacking any of the warmth or casual friendliness he had used during their golf club l
Debra waved her hand. “That's very unlikely. He's weak and will always be. So I'm not worried about him suddenly surfacing and being able to cause any issues,” “Your mother is right. Let's focus on Sterling's.” Ramon told Armand. Armand nodded in agreement. But still, he wasn't fully at ease every time he thought of Maxwell. He had run into him not long ago, and something about the man was completely different now. It wasn't anything he could point to directly, he looked the same, spoke the same, but the fear that used to live in Maxwell's eyes wasn't there anymore. It was gone entirely. And in its place was something Armand didn't have a name for, a different and cold aura, He didn't like that feeling at all."The infrastructure initiative is already in motion," Debra said, her voice dropping into the cool, deliberate register she reserved for decisions that were already made. "That has not changed. What changes now is the timing. We do not make our approach while Frank's arrest







