Chapter 3 - Security Clears The Way For The Young Girl
The two uniformed security guards who had restrained Lilly moments earlier stepped back immediately, bowing their heads in respectful confusion.
Eleanor reached out, her manicured fingers gently taking the delicate gold locket before tucking it securely against her own necklace chain.
“This gala is officially over for me,” Eleanor announced to the stunned crowd of corporate elites and politicians lingering nearby.
She turned toward the gilded archway where the American flag stood proudly against the polished mahogany pillar of the ballroom.
“Arthur! Cancel my meetings for the rest of the week,” Eleanor called out to her astonished husband standing near the bar.
Arthur Vance dropped his champagne flute, his eyes widening in alarm as he watched his powerful wife walk away with a street child.
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“Eleanor, have you completely lost your mind? You’re walking out on the most important fundraiser of the fiscal year!” Arthur protested loudly.
Eleanor didn't even look back over her shoulder, her mind entirely consumed by the seven-year-old girl holding the key to her past.
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