Chapter 71 - The Unexpected Deal

The morning sun crept over Manhattan, but it didn't bring any real warmth to the cold, gray glass of the Torredo penthouse. Up on the private executive floor, the main study felt completely disconnected from the brutal mess that had gone down just twelve hours ago. The air inside was still and clean. It smelled faintly of expensive espresso, leather ledgers, and polished mahogany. Looking around, you would never guess that a private security team had gunned down an entire crew fifty floors below in the middle of the night.