Chapter 7
The digital clock on the mahogany desk flashed midnight as Victoria stepped into her secluded penthouse loft downtown. The space was minimalist, quiet, and entirely her own—a stark contrast to the suffocating opulence of the Sterling mansion.
She placed her black leather suitcase on the hardwood floor and unzipped it slowly. Inside rested not clothes, but a thick stack of encrypted financial ledgers she had secretly compiled over the past three years.
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Julian believed she walked out with nothing, unaware that she held the digital keys to every offshore shell company the Sterling family owned. The real war hadn't ended in the mansion foyer; it was only just beginning.
She poured herself a glass of amber bourbon, walking over to the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the rain-slicked city streets. Tomorrow, Wall Street would wake up to a seismic shockwave that would shake the Sterling empire to its foundations.
