Chapter 8 - The Threat On The Balcony
Evelyn turned on Eleanor with wild, furious eyes, her polished Hollywood glamour completely disappearing into panic.
“You told my father this girl was nobody!” Evelyn shouted, her voice echoing through the suite. “You said she was a temporary mistake!”
“Keep your voice down, Evelyn!” Eleanor snapped, stepping toward her with cold, desperate intensity.
“If the press downstairs gets wind of this, both of our stock values will plunge fifty percent before the New York Stock Exchange opens tomorrow!”
Marcus walked over to Claire, standing beside her dark green uniform like a protective shield against the two wealthy women.
“The press is already coming, Mother,” Marcus said quietly, pulling his phone from his pocket to display a live news alert.
“I leaked the original Vance patent filing to the Wall Street Journal twenty minutes before I walked up to this floor.”
Eleanor gasped, stumbling back against the balcony doors as if she had been struck physically in the chest.
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“You destroyed your own family for a maid?!” Eleanor shrieked, her aristocratic composure completely shattering into hysteria.
“She isn’t just a maid, Mother,” Marcus repeated firmly, taking Claire’s hand in his. “She’s the rightful owner of everything you built.”
