Chapter 6 - A New Dawn
Six months later, the corporate landscape of New York had entirely transformed. The name Sterling was now merely a cautionary footnote in business school textbooks—a textbook case of corporate arrogance meeting swift, absolute justice.
I stood on the glass balcony of the Vance Global Tower, looking down at the glittering expanse of Manhattan spread out beneath the evening sky. The wind caught the fabric of my dress, but I didn't shiver. The days of freezing marble floors and scalding bleach were gone, replaced by the absolute warmth of total control.
My phone chimed on the table beside me. It was an anonymous notification from a low-security debtor's registry upstate.
Subject Julian Sterling: Employed as a night-shift janitor at a municipal transit station. Current task: scrubbing subway platform floors.
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I stared at the screen for a long moment, a slow, quiet smile spreading across my lips. Karma didn't just come around; sometimes, it brought a mop and bucket.
I locked the phone, slipped it into my pocket, and turned back toward the brilliantly lit boardroom where my global directors were waiting. The empire was secure, the past was buried, and the floor was finally clean.
