Chapter 14 - The Anchor and the Ledger
The cold harbor wind howled through the skeletal steel beams of the abandoned warehouse behind them. Julian stared from Eleanor’s unblinking, furious eyes down to the small wooden rowboat bobbing violently in the dark, churning water below the decaying pier.
"You're insane," Julian breathed, taking an involuntary step backward away from the precipice. "You brought me out here to kill me. All this elaborate corporate chess, the lawsuits, the arrests—it was all just an elaborate prelude to murder."
"Murder lacks imagination, Julian, and it leaves an inconvenient paper trail," Eleanor replied smoothly, her voice cutting through the wind like a razor. She stepped closer to him, closing the distance until he could see the cold reflection of his own terror in her eyes. "I’m not going to kill you. I am simply giving you a choice, much like the one you gave my father on the night he lost everything."
Julian’s breath hitched in his throat. "What choice?"
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