Chapter 6 - The Villainess Tries To Play The Victim Card
Victoria paced frantically across the marble foyer, clutching her phone as she dialed her influential father’s private number. The line rang endlessly before a cold, automated disconnect tone buzzed loudly in her ear.
“Pick up your phone, Daddy... your only daughter is being harassed by corporate thugs in the Hamptons!” Victoria sobbed hysterically. A burly private security guard stepped into the foyer, blocking her only path toward the grand exit doors.
“You are required to remain on the premises until federal marshals arrive to process your formal indictment,” the guard stated. Victoria spun around, her face twisted in an ugly mask of entitlement and unbridled rage.
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“Do you know who my family is? We own half the country clubs in this state!” she shrieked at the silent guard. “Not anymore, Miss Sterling; your father’s assets were seized an hour ago to cover corporate liabilities,” the guard replied flatly.
Victoria dropped her phone onto the marble floor, the screen shattering into a spiderweb of useless glass shards. The reality that her untouchable social status had vaporized in seconds finally crashed down upon her shoulders.
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