Chapter 17
That evening, Victoria held a private gala at the Metropolitan Museum of Art to celebrate the company's revival.
Hundreds of elite guests, business leaders, and political figures attended the lavish event in formal attire.
Under the bright lights of the grand hall, Victoria walked down the marble stairs in a stunning white silk gown.
On her chest pinned proudly was her mother's antique ruby brooch, gleaming brilliantly in the light.
A prominent senator walked up to her, holding two champagne flutes to offer a toast.
"To Victoria Sterling," the senator toasted warmly. "The most formidable leader in New York corporate history."
"To the future," Victoria replied, clinking her glass against his with an elegant smile.
As she took a slow sip of champagne, her chief of security leaned in close to whisper in her ear.
"Miss Sterling, there is a priority call from the warden at the federal correctional facility in upstate New York."
Victoria frowned slightly, stepping away from the crowd into a quiet side gallery corridor.
She pressed her phone to her ear, her tone turning professional and sharp.
"This is Victoria Sterling," she answered smoothly.
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"Miss Sterling, I'm calling to inform you about an incident regarding inmate Marcus Vance," the warden reported gravely.
"What kind of incident?" Victoria asked, her brow furrowing in curiosity.
