ETHAN
The Sterling Estate is exactly as imposing as I imagined. Gates. Security. A driveway that takes three minutes to traverse. The house itself looks like it was transplanted from European aristocracy. All stone and windows and old money.
I park my rental car next to a black Mercedes and a silver Aston Martin. Both worth more than I'll make in five years.
A man in a suit meets me at the door. "Mr. Beckett. Mr. Sterling is expecting you in the library. This way."
I follow him through hallways lined with art that probably belongs in museums. Everything perfectly curated. Perfectly cold.
This is where Dominic Sterling built his empire. Where he raised Chase. Where he orchestrated god knows how many corporate takeovers and personal destructions.
The library door opens. Massive room. Floor to ceiling books. Leather chairs. A fireplace despite the LA heat.
