Page 249 of Money Reigns
There it is.
The Parker Building used to belong to his father.
Alexei Korsakov. Bratva royalty.
Lost the building fifteen years ago in a quiet forfeiture.
The city seized it after a nasty racketeering case tied up in civil litigation.
Beaumont Enterprises acquired it at auction six years later—clean title, no red flags.
War had to have known.
My cursor hovers over the file.
So Maksim didn’t want the building because of its location.
He wanted it because it used to be his.
A ghost from his past.
A wound.
A slow grin pulls at my lips.
Personal wounds make forveryeffective leverage.
I keep going.
If his father’s loss still lingers… what else does?
I dig into old records, court cases, even police reports from Maksim’s adolescence. It’s all scrubbed, sealed or encrypted or buried under layers of legal sludge.
But I know what I’m doing.
I crack into adatabase I’m technically not supposed to still have access to. A private health records aggregator.
Just poking.
Just looking.
I pause, fingers trembling slightly.
Do I really want to do this?
This isn’t just petty revenge or city politics.
This is personal.
Still… he took our building.
This isn’t just strategy.
It’s war.
I enter the parameters. Maksim Nikolai Korsakov. DOB. Known aliases.
A file pings.
