The private terminal at the Geneva airport was unlike anything Frederick had ever seen. It was not a place where ordinary planes were stored or where regular passengers waited. It was a place for wealth and power, where billionaires and crime bosses conducted their private business away from the eyes of the world.
Marcus Chen was waiting for them in a conference room on the second floor. He was not alone. With him were representatives from at least a dozen different criminal and governmental organizations from around the world. There were men and women from Eastern Europe, from Asia, from the Middle East. There were also people in expensive business suits who looked like they belonged in corporate boardrooms, not in secret meetings with international crime bosses.
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