Chapter 17 - The Prison Visit
Inside the high-security visitor unit at Rikers Island, Richard Vance sat behind a thick pane of bulletproof glass.
He wore an orange jumpsuit, his hands restrained by wrist chains, his silver hair completely unwashed and disheveled.
The heavy steel entrance door opened, and Eleanor Harrison walked in, wearing an elegant cream suit and pearl necklace.
She sat down on the swivel chair across from him, picking up the black telephone receiver with complete composure.
Richard slammed his phone against his ear, his face contorting into pure, venomous hatred as he glared at her.
"You think you won, Eleanor?!" Richard growled through the phone. "My legal team will have me out on bail by Friday!"
"Your legal team quit an hour ago because your accounts were frozen, Richard," Eleanor informed him with a calm, gentle smile.
"I am the sole chairman of Vance-Harrison Global now, and tomorrow we are renaming the firm *Harrison Logistics*," she added.
Richard hit his fist against the glass, letting out a wild, pathetic roar of frustration as prison guards tackled him back.
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Eleanor set the phone down gently, standing up and walking out without looking back at her former enemy once.
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