everly Hills. Sterling broke the comfortable silence by opening a small, refr
is. The simple, paternal gesture wa
d softly, his eyes on the road ahea
r life like a force of nature. That slight, involun
peated, her voice a little stro
nderstood. She was a fortress, and he would not try to st
ith practiced speed across the screen, open
phanumeric characters. It was a language of its own,
ugh a series of anonymous servers on the dark web
was simple, co
urce allocation for Palmer Industries
r. She then uninstalled the application. The pho
yes at the speed of her typing, but he said nothing. H
at needed to be locked and bolted. Palmer Industries would now face a slow, inexpli
hrough a set of immense, wrought-iron gates. T
t pocket and pulled out a slim,
American Express Centurion Card. The namemorning," Sterling said, as if discussing
er name. Ira Vaughan. It
took the card and slid i
eing handed a card with no spending limit, surpris
w phone. It was sleek,
," he explained. "This one i
d operating system. She popped the SIM card from her old phone and inserted it into the
luid, efficient, and
is face. He was beginning to realize that the girl
ald-green lawn. The main house rose before them, a magnificent estate of pale stone
house. It was the
lled to a stop befor
was elegant and beautiful, with warm eyes and a
ng. "That's Henrietta," he said. "Your mother
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