Chapter 3 - THE HAMPTONS EVICTION
Chloe stared at the Treasury seal on the documents, her face draining of all color as the reality of her situation set in. The wet silk of her royal blue dress felt heavy and suffocating against her skin.
"Elena, please, I didn't know who you were!" Chloe pleaded, her arrogant tone instantly collapsing into desperate begging. "I was just stressed about the wedding planning, I swear I would never disrespect you!"
Elena stepped forward, her dark charcoal uniform wet and stained, yet her posture radiated absolute majesty. She looked down at Chloe as if she were nothing more than a minor annoyance on her freshly polished floor.
"Cruelty is not a side effect of stress, Chloe, it is a revelation of character," Elena stated with surgical precision. "You revealed exactly who you are the moment you thought no one important was watching."
Three tall men in dark tactical suits entered through the massive oak front doors, their earpieces glowing with blue operational lights. They moved with military precision, instantly surrounding Chloe on the marble floor.
"Mr. Vance, the perimeter security team is ready," the head guard reported, standing at rigid attention before Daniel. "Shall we call local law enforcement regarding the assault and trespass?"
"No need for the police just yet, Marcus," Daniel replied, keeping his eyes fixed on the trembling socialite. "Just escort Miss Sterling off the property and ensure her personal vehicle is towed to the public impound lot in East Hampton."
Chloe gasped as two guards hoisted her up by her arms, paying no attention to her shrieking protests. Her expensive high heels clicked awkwardly against the floor as she was dragged toward the entrance.
"You can't treat me like this!" Chloe screamed, her voice echoing into the gray rain outside. "My father will ruin both of you, do you hear me? You will pay for this humiliation!"
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The massive double doors slammed shut, cutting off her screams and restoring absolute quiet to the high-ceilinged mansion. Elena took a deep breath, reaching back to unclasp her wet apron and dropping it onto the floor.
"Call the Manhattan headquarters, Daniel," Elena ordered, turning toward the grand staircase under the American flag. "Tell the board of directors that we are initiating Protocol Black immediately."
