Chapter 18 - Whispers in the CityOut in the city, far beyond the secure stone walls and iron gates of the estate, the underground world had learned a permanent, terrifying lesson.
The name Castillion was no longer just feared for its power; it was respected for its absolute, unyielding justice. The old families who had tried to manipulate the board from the shadows had either scattered, folded their operations, or surrendered their assets to the federal authorities.
In a quiet corner of the financial district, inside a high-rise office overlooking the northern docks, a group of minor investors nervously reviewed the morning papers.
"Did you hear about the Castillion restructuring?" one whispered nervously. "They audited every single account down to the last penny. If anyone tries even a fraction of what Marlowe attempted, they're finished before they even start."
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"And the new co-director?" another asked. "The woman who uncovered the whole thing?"
"Clara Bennett," the first replied, shaking his head in disbelief. "They say she walked into the lion's den with a broken wrist and walked out owning the key to the kingdom. You don't cross the Castillions anymore. And you certainly don't underestimate their maids."
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