Chapter 35 The Drunk Confession

• Two weeks later, the Black Tower looked nothing like a place where business was conducted. Christmas lights covered the entrance. A massive silver-and-gold Christmas tree stood in the center of the lobby, while the ballroom upstairs had been transformed into an extravagant winter celebration.
• But Adrian Black wasn't celebrating. He stood near the entrance with one hand in his pocket, watching the guests arrive.
• Investors, company executives, political figures, old family friends, powerful business owners, every person on the guest list had received a carefully worded invitation from the Black Family Trust.