"Did you really think a power outage would leave my personal vault unprotected, Mr. Vance?" the CEO sneered through the glass intercom.
Rafael slowly turned toward the reinforced glass window, his expression remaining entirely composed under the harsh glare of the ceiling lights.
He rested his hand casually on the heavy titanium briefcase, his silver eyes tracking the four armed guards positioned outside.
"I expected nothing less from a man who manages thirty percent of the city's corrupt capital, Mr. Sterling," Rafael replied smoothly.
CEO Sterling chuckled darkly, adjusting his gold-rimmed spectacles as he stepped closer to the thick observation window.
"You are trapped inside a lead-lined vault designed to withstand a military mortar strike, young man," Sterling said coldly.
