Chapter 5 - The Glass Citadel
The rain outside seemed to halt as the lobby fell into absolute silence.
Within ninety seconds, the heavy glass entrance doors swung open. Four tall men in matching dark grey tailored suits, wearing earpieces and tactical lanyards, entered the lobby in tight formation. They did not look like hotel staff; they moved with the lethal precision of elite private security.
The lead operative stepped directly up to the dirty old man, bowing his head respectfully. "Vehicle is secured at the curb, Mr. Sterling. The Board of Directors is standing by on the secure line."
Julian stumbled back two steps, his hand clutching the edge of the reception desk for support. "Mr. Sterling? Arthur Sterling... the owner of the Sovereign Holdings Trust?"
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Arthur Sterling stood up slowly from the leather chair, letting the grey wool blanket slip onto his arm. He wiped the smudged grease from his forehead with a clean handkerchief provided by his security chief, revealing a face of sharp, unyielding intelligence.
He looked down at Julian with icy contempt. "You ran my hotel like a prison, Mr. Vance. You saw a freezing human being and calculated only the risk to your floor presentation."
