Chapter 2: The Weight of Truth
Eleanor’s face contorted into a mask of irritation. "Victoria? This is a private residence. We had no appointment."
"The appointment wasn't for you, Eleanor," Victoria said, her voice eerily calm as she stopped at the base of the stairs. "It was for the truth."
Victoria reached into her designer briefcase and pulled out a manila folder, thick and stained with time. She didn't hand it to Eleanor. She dropped it on the floor, right in front of Chloe.
"Chloe," Victoria said, her tone shifting to one of profound respect. "You don't need to scrub this floor anymore."
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Eleanor laughed, a brittle, hollow sound. "Oh, please. You’re siding with the help? You have no idea what she is. She’s a charity case."
"She’s the sole heir to the Sterling shipping empire," Victoria corrected, her eyes locking onto Eleanor’s. "And that folder contains the original, un-forged will that your husband signed before he 'mysteriously' died. The one you thought you’d burned twenty years ago."
