The Absolute Gravity of a Uniform Broken by the Cold Weight of Real Authority
CHAPTER 1: THE THRESHOLD OF IMPACT The leather-bound credential wallet sat exactly three inches inside the left breast pocket of John Vance’s navy suit jacket, resting against the slow, unhurried rhythm of his ribcage. The grand lobby of the private bank smelled of expensive climate control, floor wax, and the faint, ozone tang of high-volume…