Chapter 2 - The Billionaire Stride Across The Grand Charity Ballroom
The heavy velvet curtains at the back of the Manhattan ballroom parted with a slow, deliberate hiss.
Mr. Vance walked down the central aisle, his posture straight and his silver hair gleaming under the crystal lights.
Every head in the room turned toward him, whispers instantly dying out as corporate titans recognized his face.
He was a man who didn't attend charity galas unless he intended to dismantle the people hosting them.
Richard’s mouth opened slightly, his arrogant smile freezing into a mask of pure, unadulterated shock.
The hundred-dollar bills drifted slowly downward like green snow across the polished marble floor.
Mr. Vance stopped at the edge of the stage, his dark eyes locked onto Richard with terrifying intensity.
“You dropped your change, Richard,” Vance said, his voice cutting through the silent room like a razor blade.
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Richard tried to force a nervous laugh, his hand trembling as he gripped the microphone stand.
“Mr. Vance... I didn't realize you were scheduled to speak tonight,” Richard stammered, his bravado entirely gone.
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