Chapter 9 - Demanding an immediate court ordered DNA test to settle the multi billion dollar inheritance dispute once and for all before tomorrow morning arrives without fail.
"I didn't know anything! It's an obvious trap designed to ruin our family legacy!" Julian yelled, desperately trying to maintain control.
Eleanor raised her hand, silencing both men with a single, imperious gesture born from forty years of ruling corporate America.
"Enough of the screaming," Eleanor commanded, her voice ringing with absolute authority through the vaulted library ceiling.
She picked her desk phone up, pressing the intercom button that connected directly to the estate's private legal counsel office.
"Get in touch with Judge Harrison immediately, and have Dr. Vance report to the master wing with a complete mobile DNA kit," she ordered.
"Yes, Mrs. Sterling. Right away," the legal secretary's voice crackled through the speaker before the line clicked off.
Julian slammed his fist down onto the mahogany side table, rattling a crystal decanter of scotch that sat nearby.
"You're making a catastrophic mistake, Mother! You're handing the entire conglomerate over to unknowns!" Julian protested wildly.
"They are Sterlings, Julian, which is more than I can say for the snake currently running my company into the ground," Eleanor retorted.
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Clara stood beside her sons, her expression remaining entirely composed as the wheels of justice began to turn rapidly.
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