Chapter 9 - The Fall of the Titan"You're finished, Richard," Samuel said softly, stepping closer until he towered over the corrupt executive. "Not just in this company. In this world. Every federal prosecutor from here to Washington has your encrypted ledger."
Before Richard could lunge for the phone or the heavy brass paperweight on his desk, Marcus’s security team swarmed the room. Heavy steel zip-ties clicked tightly around Richard’s wrists.
"You can't do this! I built this firm with you!" Richard screamed as he was dragged backward toward the private elevator.
"No, Richard," Samuel said coldly, turning his back on him. "I built an empire. You built a prison."
As the elevator doors closed on Richard Sterling's frantic screams, Samuel walked over to the floor-to-ceiling glass window, looking out over the glittering, endless expanse of the New York City skyline.
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For ten years, he had believed that wealth and power were the ultimate shields against pain. He had sacrificed his family, his roots, and his soul to build a fortress of numbers and capital.
And it had taken two little girls collecting crushed aluminum cans, and a dying mother on a peeling blue porch, to show him that a man is only as rich as the love he is willing to protect.
