Chapter 7 - Arriving at the Locked Estate Gates
By 7:30 AM, Arthur’s sedan sped recklessly down the private winding driveway leading toward the Weisetta Historic Estate.
As they approached the main iron gates, a security guard in a crisp navy uniform stepped out and held up a commanding hand.
Arthur slammed on his brakes, rolling down his driver’s side window with an expression of furious entitlement.
“Open these gates immediately! I am the father of the bride!” Arthur bellowed, pointing a finger at the guard.
“I’m sorry, sir, but access to the estate grounds is restricted to authorized corporate personnel only this morning,” the guard replied stonily.
“Restricted? Are you out of your mind? My daughter’s wedding is scheduled here in five hours!” Martha shrieked from the passenger seat.
“The wedding contract was terminated at six o'clock by executive order of the primary corporate sponsor,” the guard stated calmly.
“Call Marcus Vane right now and tell him Arthur Miller is at the gate!” Arthur threatened, banging his hand against the steering wheel.
“Mr. Vane instructed us not to admit any members of the Miller party under any circumstances,” the guard added firmly.
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Behind them, a massive delivery truck carrying imported floral arrangements pulled up, honking its horn impatiently in the morning mist.
The entire illusion of wealth and high-society status was crumbling into dust right in front of the bewildered parents.
