A heavy thud echoed from the front steps outside.
Victor's body had hit the concrete. His limbs twisted at unnatural angles while foam spilled from his mouth. The manic episode had erupted into full-blown neurological seizures.
His bodyguards went white. They pinned him down mid-convulsion and forced him into the Maybach. The convoy tore toward the airport emergency center with sirens screaming.
By the next morning, every financial outlet in the country was running the story around the clock.
Steele Group's stock price got slashed in half at the opening bell. Trading froze at the daily loss limit. News of Victor's collapse sent shockwaves rippling through Wall Street.
The family turned on itself overnight. The old guard, crushed under Victor's iron fist for years, smelled blood and mo
