[Ethan's POV]
Sterling & Cross didn't look like a bank. It looked like a modern art museum that had been converted into a fortress.
The lobby was a massive expanse of white marble and brushed steel. There were no teller windows, only sleek mahogany desks where ultra-wealthy clients met with private wealth managers.
I walked through the revolving glass doors, my hand resting casually inside my coat, gripping the handle of my Glock. Claire walked to my left, looking every bit the ruthless corporate lawyer in her tailored charcoal suit.
Heinrich Kessler walked between us. He was sweating through his bespoke collar, his face pale, but he kept his mouth shut. The ceramic push-dagger was pressed firmly against his ribs, hidden by the drape of my coat.
"Smile, Heinrich," Claire murmured, her voice perfectly pleasant. "You're just bringing your legal counsel up to the boardroom."
