Chapter 18 - Confronting The Socialite At The Private Airfield
Trying to make a desperate escape to South America, Elena sneaked onto a private airstrip in upstate New York at midnight.
She wore a maintenance worker's jumpsuit, dragging a heavy duffel bag across the dark tarmac toward a chartered turboprop plane.
Before she could reach the boarding stairs, two black SUVs roared across the runway, cutting off her path completely.
Federal marshals and private security officers poured out of the vehicles, raising their flashlights into her eyes.
"Elena Vance! Stop right there! You are under federal arrest!" Agent Miller’s voice echoed across the open airfield.
Elena dropped her duffel bag, turning around wildly as she realized she was completely surrounded with zero escape routes.
"No! You can't do this! I have rights!" she screamed, falling to her knees in defeat against the cold concrete.
A sleek black Maybach glided silently onto the tarmac beside the federal cruisers, its tinted rear window rolling down slowly.
Clara leaned back in the leather seat, gazing out at the disgraced socialite with an expression of profound indifference.
Elena looked up, recognizing Clara through the open window, her face contorting with a mixture of terror and bitter hatred.
"You ruined me! You took everything!" Elena shrieked, lunging forward before federal agents pinned her arms behind her back.
"You ruined yourself the moment you forgot that true power isn't about expensive dresses, Elena," Clara said quietly.
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Clara rolled up the car window, signaling her driver to pull away as federal marshals slapped steel handcuffs onto Elena's wrists.
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