Chapter 8 - The Boardroom Invasion
By 10:00 AM the following morning, the top-floor boardroom of Vance-Harrison Tower was buzzing with anxious corporate executives.
Richard Vance, a ruthless sixty-year-old billionaire with slicked-back silver hair, sat at the head of the long mahogany table.
"Where is the security team?!" Richard roared, slamming his heavy fist onto the polished wood, causing coffee cups to rattle.
"My daughter was publicly humiliated at her own engagement party, and our stock is dropping six percent!" Richard raged at his board.
The frosted glass double doors of the boardroom swung open with a heavy thud, catching everyone completely off guard.
Julian walked into the room, wearing a sharp charcoal suit, flanked by Marcus Sterling and four armed federal marshals.
Behind them walked Eleanor Harrison, dressed in a tailored navy blue dress, holding her head high with absolute, royal dignity.
Richard’s face contorted in violent anger as he stood up, pointing a long finger at Eleanor. "Get this beggar out of my building!"
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"Careful, Richard," Marcus Sterling announced smoothly, placing the leather binder on the table. "You're speaking to your new Chairman of the Board."
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