Chapter 3 - Seraphina Initiates Her Master Plan From The Kitchen
Seraphina knelt down, her fingers carefully picking up the sharp porcelain shards without a single tremor.
She discarded the broken china into the stainless-steel trash bin before walking slowly to the marble island.
She lifted her phone from the counter, tapping a secure, encrypted speed-dial number reserved exclusively for executive operations.
The call connected on the very first ring, answered by her chief of staff and personal counsel, Marcus Vance.
“Is the stage fully prepared in Miami, Marcus?” Seraphina asked, her voice dropping all traces of its former subservient warmth.
“Everything is locked down, Madam Chairwoman,” Marcus reported briskly from the downtown Miami corporate headquarters.
“The museum security, the media outlets, and the financial audit teams are standing by for your direct signal.”
“Good. Have the private helicopter prepped at the Palm Beach airfield within thirty minutes,” Seraphina instructed calmly.
“Understood. We will ensure the grand staircase entrance is clear for your arrival at precisely nine o'clock,” Marcus confirmed.
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Seraphina hung up the phone, a slow, dangerous smile touching the corners of her lips as she walked toward the master suite.
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