The heavy courtroom doors slowly closed behind him with a dull THUD.
Guards blocked the media reporters trying to rush in. Flashes flickered wildly beyond the police line, like a restless silver sea.
Leo walked alone down the long corridor. Ethan was inside, handling the legal paperwork. He was completely alone.
But he couldn't get out.
At the end of the corridor, a group of bodyguards in black suits formed a wall, blocking the only path to the exit.
Morganfield stood in front of that wall.
This Pittsburgh oligarch, who held court and dictated fortunes in cigar rooms, now looked like an enraged beast.
The muscles in his face twitched uncontrollably. His eyes, usually half-closed, were now wide open and bloodshot.
He hadn't just lost a priceless port franchise.
More importantly, he had been played for a fool by a mere upstart, right in front of the entire city's media and a federal judge.
Leo stopped, standing three meters away from Morganfield.
