Chapter 5 - The Logistics of Empire
By Thursday of that week, the immediate shockwaves of the JFK incident had settled into corporate legend, but the underlying operational reforms were moving at lightning speed.
My assistant, Elena, stepped into my corner office carrying a thick stack of finalized vendor agreements and a fresh digital tablet.
“Talia, the expanded audit reports for the Newark distribution facility are complete,” Elena said, placing the files neatly on my desk. “And our legal team has finished drafting the updated VIP security protocols for all partner airlines. Every single commercial carrier we contract with is now legally bound to implement biometric boarding verification and mandatory anti-profiling training, or face immediate contract termination.”
I signed my name across the primary authorization line using my heavy silver pen.
“Good,” I said, looking up at Elena. “Make sure our eastern logistics hub also receives an immediate capital injection for automated sorting upgrades. We saved eight thousand jobs by renegotiating that vendor contract last week, but I want those workers equipped with the best technology available.”
Elena smiled, a look of profound respect softening her sharp professional demeanor. “Working on it now. By the way, there’s a gentleman waiting in the executive reception area who insisted on seeing you without an appointment.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Did he give a name?”
“He said his name is Julian Thorne,” Elena replied, checking her tablet. “Senior partner at Thorne & Sterling Capital. He claims it’s regarding a private equity partnership for our upcoming European freight expansion.”
Julian Thorne.
The name rang an immediate, sharp bell in my memory. Thorne & Sterling was one of the most aggressive, cutthroat private equity firms on the East Coast—famous for swooping in during corporate restructuring crises, buying up distressed logistics assets, and squeezing every ounce of profit out of them before flipping the pieces.
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And Julian Thorne himself was notoriously known in financial circles as an arrogant corporate predator who never met a smaller company he didn't try to devour.
“Send him in, Elena,” I said, a cool, calculating smile touching my lips. “Let’s see what Mr. Thorne has to say to a girl in a hoodie.”
