The Quietest Voices
Our beloved Julian remains in an irreversible coma, and the family must ensure the continuity of our great firm.”
And the heavy double doors of the boardroom swung open with a resounding thud.
The room went dead silent.
I walked in, and behind me came Marcus Sterling, and two federal investigators, and Elena Miller, who wore a tailored gray suit now instead of a housekeeper’s uniform, and carried a thick leather folder.
Anthony’s handkerchief dropped from his hand.
His jaw fell open, his eyes bulging as though he were watching a ghost rise from a grave.
Two board members shot up so fast their chairs toppled over onto the carpet.