Chapter 13 - The London Connection
The private jet sliced through the thick, gray mist hanging over Heathrow Airport, touching down on the rain-slicked tarmac with a gentle thud.
Julian descended the metal stairs first, pulling his heavy wool overcoat tight against the biting London wind, followed closely by Olivia and Lucy.
“Marcus has our local security detail waiting at the private hangar,” Julian said, guiding them toward a sleek black car idling near the gate.
They climbed inside the heated interior, the leather seats offering a welcome reprieve from the bitter British weather as they reviewed their operational plan.
“Uncle Richard doesn’t know we’ve uncovered his signature on the sanitarium transfer papers yet,” Julian explained, tapping the screen of his secure tablet.
“He thinks we’re still tied down in Boston dealing with Arthur’s fallout,” Olivia added, adjusting her silk scarf with calm, calculated precision.
“And what about his corporate holdings here in London?” Lucy asked, leaning forward from the back seat with her tablet open to the competitor’s public registry.
“Vanguard Logistics is entirely dependent on a massive bridge loan from a Swiss bank that matures at midnight tonight,” Marcus interjected from the front passenger seat.
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Julian nodded in approval. “And we’ve quietly purchased the controlling debt
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