Chapter 10 - Eleanor’s Elite High Society Friends Abandon Her Instantly
By 8:00 a.m. the following morning, Eleanor Sterling sat in her lavish Beacon Hill drawing-room sipping imported tea.
Her silver hair was neatly pinned, and her emerald ring caught the morning sun as her smartphone buzzed on the silver tray.
She swiped the screen to answer her dearest friend, Beatrice, expecting sympathetic gossip about yesterday’s ballroom disruption.
“Beatrice, darling, can you believe the audacity of Julian bringing that ragged little girl into my charity gala?” Eleanor sneered.
A heavy, ice-cold silence hung on the other end of the line before Beatrice spoke in a stiff, clipped tone.
“Don't ever call this number again, Eleanor. My husband’s firm has severed all ties with your portfolio.”
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“What are you talking about? Beatrice, wait—” Eleanor started, but the click of a disconnected call cut her off.
She tried calling her attorney, her accountant, and her club president—every single number resulted in a busy signal or automated block.
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