Chapter 6 - Returning To The Celebrators
I walked back into the estate through the main front double doors, brushing the snow off my canvas jacket as if I were just an uninvited, rustic guest.
The grand living room was decorated in gold, silver, and crystal, packed with prominent local businessmen, politicians, and socialites sipping champagne.
Sabrina stood near the marble fireplace, wearing an off-the-shoulder red dress, holding court beside her father, Victor Vance, who held a cigar.
Victor was a wealthy land developer who had spent the last five years trying to buy out my regional freight routes through cutthroat corporate tactics.
He had no idea that the silent, aging father-in-law sitting at the family Thanksgiving table was the actual founder holding ninety percent of Heartland Freight stock.
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When Sabrina saw me standing near the archway, her radiant hostess smile instantly vanished, replaced by an expression of sharp, viperous contempt.
She whispered something into her father’s ear, and Victor set his glass down, walking toward me with a smug, arrogant grin spread across his face.
