Chapter 9 - Inside The Exclusive VIP Lounge After The Confrontation
Escaping the chaotic press line, Eleanor glided smoothly into the exclusive, velvet-draped VIP lounge.
Ambient jazz music drifted softly through the dimly lit room filled with priceless art and antique furniture.
She sank into a plush leather armchair, accepting a glass of chilled vintage champagne from a waiter.
Her hands were remarkably steady, betraying none of the adrenaline that had surged through her veins outside.
“That was quite a performance out there, Eleanor; the whole city is talking about you,” a studio head noted.
“I didn't perform anything; I simply stated a well-documented biological and social fact,” Eleanor replied coldly.
Several prominent socialites hovered nearby, eager to glean insider gossip about the impending corporate war.
Eleanor enjoyed being the undisputed center of gravity in a room full of sycophants and opportunists.
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She crossed her legs elegantly, her emerald green gown pooling like liquid jade across the Persian rug.
The door opened behind her, and an unexpected visitor stepped silently out of the shadows.
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