Chapter 13
At eight-thirty AM, a gleaming black limousine pulled up to the front entrance of Wilkes & Hart headquarters.
Reporters and news cameras were already gathered outside, buzzing like hornets following the overnight arrests.
The rear door opened, and Beatrice stepped out, dressed in a tailored navy power suit.
Her hair was styled in a sleek, professional bun, and her posture was completely commanding.
Dante stepped out right behind her, standing as her imposing shadow as they walked toward the glass doors.
The flashbulbs erupted, lighting up the morning air as journalists shouted frantic questions.
“Miss Gallagher! Are you taking over the firm?”
“Is it true you uncovered a multi-million dollar fraud single-handedly?”
“What is your relationship with Dante Moretti?”
Beatrice paused at the top of the marble steps, turning toward the sea of cameras.
She didn't run, and she didn't hide behind dark sunglasses.
“Wilkes & Hart will undergo a complete forensic restructuring effective today,” Beatrice announced clearly.
“Integrity and accountability will replace the culture of corruption that previously governed these halls.”
“And what about Charles Wilkes?” a reporter yelled out.
“Charles Wilkes is part of the firm’s past,” Beatrice stated firmly. “I am its future.”
She turned and walked through the sliding glass doors, Dante following close behind with a proud smirk.
The lobby was dead silent as she entered.
The employees who used to ignore her or make jokes at her expense were now standing at attention, terrified.
The three junior clerks who had mocked her dress the night before were huddled near the reception desk, trembling.
Beatrice walked straight up to them, her heels clicking rhythmically against the polished marble floor.
“Pack your desks,” she said, her voice calm and absolute. “You have ten minutes to clear the building.”
“Miss Gallagher, please! We were just following Charles!” one clerk begged, tears in his eyes.
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“You chose to participate in cruelty because you thought it made you look powerful,” Beatrice said coldly.
“In my firm, cruelty is a liability. Goodbye.”
