Chapter 4: The Social Death
The fallout was swifter than a stock market crash. Within ten minutes, Julian’s phone began vibrating uncontrollably—emails from board members, texts from investors, notifications that his bank accounts were being frozen for "risk assessment."
The guests, who had been laughing at the waiter only moments ago, were now visibly backing away from Julian. They were vultures, and they smelled blood. They realized that siding with Julian meant siding with a sinking ship.
Julian tried to make a scene, to grab his bride and storm out, but his bride—who had married him for his status—was already speaking to her lawyer on the phone, looking for an annulment. She knew a losing hand when she saw one.
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Leo walked over to Julian, who was trembling, clutching his tuxedo jacket as if it could save him.
"You thought I was beneath you," Leo said quietly, looking him in the eye. "But in the real world, the only thing that matters is how you treat people. You had all the money in the world, and you still managed to be poor."
