Chapter 10 - The Last Directive
The elevator opened directly into the eighty-fifth-floor boardroom.
The glass walls overlooked the glittering skyline of New York, shrouded in the low-hanging rain clouds. Seated around a thirty-foot glass table were five men and two women in high-end business attire—the executive committee of Sovereign Holdings.
As Arthur stepped out of the elevator, flanked by Toby and four armed security guards, the room fell dead silent.
"Arthur," one of the board members, a grey-haired man named Marcus Sterling, stood up nervously. "We received your call. What is the meaning of this emergency session? And why is there a bellhop with you?"
"This 'bellhop' holds sixty-two percent of the voting shares in this room, Marcus," Arthur said calmly, stepping to the head of the table.
Murmurs of shock swept through the executives.
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Arthur turned to Toby. "Take out the watch, son."
Toby unzipped his green jacket, reached into the frayed lining, and pulled out the antique brass pocket watch. He placed it on the glass table.
