Chapter 5 - The Black Card
Daniel pulled a sleek, heavy, solid black metal card from his pocket. It wasn't a credit card. It didn't have a bank logo on it. It was completely matte black, with a single, small gold crest embossed in the center.
Daniel handed the card directly to Owen.
Owen looked down at the metal card. His natural micro-expressions shifted from nervous cowardice to absolute, paralyzing horror. The color violently drained from the 50-year-old manager’s face. He began to physically tremble, his eyes darting frantically from the gold crest on the card to the man in the white shirt standing in front of him.
"Sir... Mr. Sterling..." Owen stammered, his voice cracking into a high-pitched, pathetic whisper. "I... I didn't know."
Victoria, watching the exchange from her booth, let out a harsh laugh. "Sterling? What are you talking about, Owen? The Sterling family owns half the commercial real estate in this city. This guy is a nobody!"
Daniel adjusted his black bowtie. He didn't look tired anymore.
"My father owns half the commercial real estate in this city, Victoria," Daniel corrected her smoothly, his natural American accent dripping with lethal authority. "I just acquired the other half. Including the building this restaurant is currently leasing."
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The entire dining room gasped.
👉 Why did a billionaire real estate heir spend two months working as a waiter?
