Chapter 11
She gestured toward the grand staircase leading to the upper master suite, her finger pointing like an executioner's blade.
"You have exactly ten minutes to gather your personal belongings in a black trash bag before my men escort you off the property," Vanessa stated.
"I am an executive vice president of Vance-Sterling Global; I will not be treated like a common trespasser in my own home!" Marcus shouted.
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"You are an unemployed liability who just signed away your corporate severance by breaching moral clause 14 of your executive contract," Vanessa corrected.
The devastating truth hung in the air like a physical blow, knocking the remaining wind straight out of Marcus's defiant posture.
