Chapter 2 - Julian Commands Victoria To Open Her Black Clutch
The silver spoon trembled slightly in Julian’s hand before he placed it firmly back down on the pristine porcelain table.
The clatter echoed through the glowing Manhattan dining hall like a gunshot in a crowded room.
Julian’s piercing gaze locked onto Victoria, who was now gripping the edge of the mahogany table with white knuckles.
“You heard the boy, Victoria,” Julian said, his voice dropping into a chilling, metallic register that commanded total silence.
“Open your purse right now, or I’ll have security do it for you.”
Victoria’s carefully applied makeup could no longer hide the sudden, sickly pallor washing over her porcelain skin.
“Julian, you’re letting a traumatized seven-year-old child dictate an absurd narrative against your loving wife,” she stammered defensively.
“Open the clutch, Victoria,” Julian repeated, not blinking an eye as he stood slowly from his plush velvet chair.
The wealthy guests seated at the surrounding tables held their breath, turning their heads away to pretend they weren’t watching.
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Near the grand arched window, the American flag fluttered silently in the draft from the high-ceilinged dining room ventilation.
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