Marcus laid out the architectural blueprints across the table.
“The Chicago City Planning Commission needs our final directive before tomorrow morning,” Marcus continued. “They want to know what name will be carved in bronze across the top of the tower.”
I looked at the blueprints, took a slow breath of the clean cabin air, and smiled with absolute, quiet sovereignty.
“Leave it completely blank, Marcus,” I replied, closing the portfolio with a soft, decisive snap. “True power needs no name on the wall.”
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