Chapter 5 - The Glass House Falls

The ink on the transfer papers was still wet when the federal marshals arrived on the forty-second floor.
This time, they didn't knock. They walked straight into the glass conference room with federal warrants in hand, their badges catching the harsh fluorescent lights.
Victor Sterling didn't resist. As the cold steel cuffs clicked around his wrists, he didn't look at the marshals. He turned his head slowly and looked directly at Mara, who stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the city wake up far below.
"You think this is the end of it?" Victor asked as the officers pulled him toward the elevators. "The financial world doesn't tolerate vacuums, Mara. Someone else will step into my place before the ink on these papers dries."
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Mara didn't turn around. She watched her own reflection in the thick glass, the faint morning light catching the determined set of her jaw.
"Let them," she said quietly. "I'll be waiting."