Chapter 8 - THE DESPERATE FALL
Victoria walked past Julian without slowing her pace, her emerald green pantsuit brushing against his burgundy suit jacket.
"Mercy is something you reserve for human beings, Julian, not parasites," Victoria whispered coldly into his ear.
The security guards grabbed Julian by his shoulders and arms, forcefully turning him toward the grand double doors.
Celeste screamed as another guard escorted her out, her designer heels clicking frantically against the marble as she was dragged away.
"This isn't over, Victoria! I'll ruin you! I'll expose every dirty secret in this company!" Julian roared as he was hauled down the hallway.
The heavy white-and-gold double doors slammed shut behind them with a thunderous echo that vibrated through the entire floor.
The ballroom returned to an eerie, breathless silence, save for the faint flutter of the US flag by the entryway.
Victoria exhaled slowly, letting the intense adrenaline of the confrontation settle into a cold, calculated focus.
Marcus stood by her side, closing his portfolio and offering a respectful, approving nod to his boss.
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"The board is waiting in the executive suite for your opening address, Boss," Marcus reported smoothly.
Victoria adjusted her lapel, her eyes gleaming with the triumph of a queen who had successfully reclaimed her throne.
