From Trash to Titan
He simply reached into the inside breast pocket of his suit jacket and pulled out a sleek, heavy metal card.
It was entirely black, with no bank logo, no expiration date, and no account number. The only thing etched into the solid titanium surface was a single, silver crest.
The Sterling family crest.
He tossed it casually onto the center of Table 1. It hit the wood with a heavy, expensive thud.
"If anyone is concerned about my ability to pay," Maxwell said, his voice carrying the quiet, absolute authority of a man who owned the room, "they are welcome to run the card.”