Chapter 11 - Elena Confronts Eleanor Inside A Private Georgetown Mansion Drawing Room
Later that afternoon, inside a historic sunlit drawing room in Georgetown, Elena sat waiting in a wingback leather chair.
The heavy double doors swung open, and Eleanor was escorted inside by two federal marshals, looking exhausted and defeated.
Her emerald-green velvet dress was wrinkled, her styled blonde hair slightly disheveled without her personal stylists.
“You...” Eleanor whispered, her voice trembling with venomous hatred as she recognized the younger woman sitting across from her.
“Me, Eleanor,” Elena replied softly, taking a slow sip of herbal tea from a delicate china cup.
“You orchestrated this federal raid... you destroyed my family’s legacy over a simple disagreement at a banquet,” Eleanor accused.
“You destroyed your own family the moment you decided that wealth and power placed you above the laws of this country,” Elena corrected.
“My son will ruin you for this! My husband’s political allies will bury you in federal court!” Eleanor shouted hysterically.
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“Your husband is currently resigning his congressional seat, and your son is fleeing to an extradition-free island,” Elena stated flatly.
Eleanor staggered backward, her knees buckling as the absolute, crushing reality of her total destruction finally settled in.
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