Standing outside beneath flashing city lights, I dialed one number.
“Father.”
A pause.
Then his voice.
“Has he finally crossed the line?”
“Yes.”
His answer was simple.
“Then it's over.”
Moments later, ownership agreements were reviewed.
Executives were contacted.
Emergency board votes were called.
And hotel management began receiving very different instructions.
Before midnight, Marcus would discover the difference between running a business and owning one.
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