As dawn broke over the horizon, a sliver of pale light pierced through the steel-and-glass canyons of Manhattan, dappling the streets of the city.
In a boutique hotel just 500 yards from the Capital One branch in Long Island City, an alarm clock blared.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
Julian opened his eyes and was instantly alert. Today was the day he would finally close the primary business account for Thorne Ventures LLC. He had specifically taken an Uber out to LIC the night before to be first in line when the doors opened.
Once the paperwork was finalized, he needed to rush back to Manhattan with the corporate seals and Liam’s original ID to meet him at the Park Hyatt. Liam was moving everything—every cent—to Greg Sterling’s team at Chase Private Client.
The weekend had passed in a blur of lux
