Chapter 11 - ELEANOR'S CONFRONTATION AT THE PENTHOUSE
Twenty-four hours later, Eleanor returned to her penthouse apartment on Park Avenue under electronic house arrest.
She pushed open the grand double doors to find Clara sitting comfortably on her velvet sofa sipping tea.
Ankle monitor strapped tightly around her leg, Eleanor stomped across the room, her eyes burning with psychotic hatred.
"Get out of my home, you treacherous snake!" Eleanor shrieked, pointing a shaking finger at the door.
Clara set her teacup down gently on the saucer, looking up with that same terrifying, cold composure.
"This penthouse is registered under the Vanderbilt Holding Corporation, Eleanor," Clara reminded her softly.
"And as interim CEO, I have signed an eviction order giving you forty-eight hours to vacate the premises," Clara added.
Eleanor gasped, her chest heaving as she gripped the back of a mahogany chair to steady herself.
"You can't do this to me! I built this family! I made Arthur the man he is today!" Eleanor screamed.
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"You abused your family and stole their fortune, Eleanor. Now you're going to live in a modest apartment in Queens," Clara stated.
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