Chapter 6 - The Midnight Confrontation
"Eleanor? It's past midnight. Why are you calling me at this hour?" Marcus asked calmly, the sound of jazz playing in his background.
"Get to my Manhattan penthouse office immediately, Marcus," Eleanor ordered, her voice cutting through the speaker like shattered glass.
"We need to discuss the 2024 financial audits right now, or I call the federal authorities before sunrise."
A brief, dead silence stretched across the phone line before Marcus let out a slow, chilling chuckle.
"Ah, I see you finally opened the package our young friend delivered tonight," Marcus replied, dropping his polite facade entirely.
"You are finished, Eleanor. The board of directors signed off on your removal three days ago."
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The call clicked dead in her ear, leaving Eleanor staring at the dark screen in utter disbelief and betrayal.
She stood up from her chair, sliding the flash drive into her sequined gown pocket as her determination hardened into steel.
