Chapter 4 - Clara Walks Out Into The Freezing New York Night
Clara turned away from the stunned crowd, her posture straight and resolute as she gathered her wool coat.
“Clara, wait! We can talk about this like adults!” Derek pleaded, stumbling over a dropped champagne flute.
She did not even pause her stride as she walked past the American flag standing quietly by the carved entryway.
“We had three years to talk, Derek,” Clara replied over her shoulder without breaking her steady rhythm.
The heavy glass doors of the penthouse slid open automatically as she approached the private elevator lobby.
Daniel Mercer walked beside her, carrying the massive stack of corporate documents back into their secure leather cases.
“The town car is waiting downstairs, Ms. Whitmore,” Daniel reported respectfully as the elevator doors closed.
Inside the mirrored cabin, Clara caught her reflection and saw a woman who was finally free of her golden cage.
When the elevator touched down at street level, a sleek black Mercedes sedan idled against the snowy Manhattan curb.
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The driver hurried to open the rear door, shielding her from the biting February wind with a large umbrella.
Clara slid into the warm leather interior, looking up one last time at the towering skyscraper where her old life had just burned to ash.
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