Chapter 7 - Facing Rebecca's Cold Corporate Wrath
Back at the Whitmore estate, Rebecca Price was pacing furiously across the Persian rug in the grand salon.
Her daughters, Madison and Lauren, sat on the velvet sofa looking through their social media feeds while ignoring their mother's agitation.
“Your father is an absolute fool for letting Claire walk out of that building before we secured the Savannah refinancing,” Rebecca snapped.
“Mom, calm down. Dad said he locked her out for good, and we don't need her depressing presence around here anymore,” Madison replied lazily.
The heavy front door swung open, and Charles walked inside, looking disheveled and frantic as he loosened his silk tie.
“The automated shipping system crashed nationwide, and the board is demanding answers I don't have!” Charles shouted, slamming his briefcase down.
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Rebecca stopped pacing, her eyes narrowing as the reality of their precarious financial situation began to sink into her polished facade.
“Then call Claire back and offer her a small bonus to fix this mess before the investors pull out of our upcoming merger,” Rebecca demanded coldly.
