Chapter 11 - THE FIFTH AVENUE VAULT
By nine o'clock the following morning, news of the Vance family scandal was blasted across every front page in New York City.
The New York Post ran a massive headline: "PENTHOUSE PARIAH: BAREFOOT HEIRESS RECLAIMS FIFTH AVENUE EMPIRE."
Clara sat inside the master suite of the Vance estate on Fifth Avenue, looking out over the autumn trees of Central Park.
She wore a comfortable cashmere sweater, her hand resting gently on her baby bump as she contemplated her sudden change of reality.
A gentle knock sounded at the mahogany door, and Marcus stepped inside carrying a heavy antique steel box.
"Miss Clara, Madam Vance asked me to deliver this to you personally," Marcus said respectfully, placing the box on the table.
"This was taken from your mother's private safe deposit box at JPMorgan Chase thirty minutes ago," he explained.
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Clara approached the table, her fingers trembling as she opened the heavy brass lock using a key Evelyn had given her.
Inside lay stack after stack of hand-written journals, legal deeds, and a sealed letter bearing her mother's elegant handwriting.
