Chapter 27 - The Shadow FadesFar away from the warmth and light of the grand estate, inside a maximum-security federal penitentiary, Julian Thorne sat alone in a sterile, gray concrete cell.
His expensive suits were gone, replaced by a coarse orange jumpsuit. His corporate empire had been liquidated down to the last penny, his name permanently erased from the annals of high society, and his remaining co-conspirators scattered to the winds.
He stared blankly at the iron bars of his cell door, realizing the ultimate irony of his ruthless ambition: in his relentless quest to acquire everything, he had ended up with nothing.
The door buzzed open briefly for meal call, but no one looked his way. He was a ghost in a tomb of his own making.
