Chapter 6 - Clara is Safely Shielded Inside the Luxury Lobby
Inside the warm, opulent marble lobby of the residential tower, the ambient temperature felt like a sanctuary.
Soft jazz music played quietly through hidden ceiling speakers, contrasting sharply with the raging storm outside.
Marcus signaled to the head concierge, who immediately rushed forward with a plush cashmere blanket and a cup of warm tea.
“Wrap her up and ensure our private medical concierge is summoned to the penthouse suite immediately,” Marcus instructed.
“Right away, Mr. Vane. We have the private elevator waiting on standby,” the concierge responded with utmost respect.
Clara wrapped the thick cashmere blanket tightly around her shivering shoulders, sipping the hot herbal tea gratefully.
“I don't even know how to thank you, Mr. Vane... I thought I was going to lose my baby out there,” Clara whispered tearfully.
“You are safe now, Clara. In this city, nobody gets trampled underfoot while I hold the keys,” Marcus assured her warmly.
She looked around the breathtaking lobby, noticing the exquisite artwork and polished brass accents she had only admired from afar.
“My husband... Richard... he always said people like us were invisible to men of his wealth,” Clara murmured softly.
“Wealth without character is just rented clothes, my dear. True power builds shelters; it doesn't throw pregnant women into the rain,” Marcus replied.
Through the massive floor-to-ceiling glass windows, they could still see Richard pacing frantically on the sidewalk outside.
He was shouting wildly at passing pedestrians, desperately trying to flag down a cab that refused to stop for him.
The contrast between his frantic helplessness inside the storm and Clara's peaceful sanctuary inside was absolute.
Marcus pulled out his pocket watch, checking the time before offering Clara another reassuring smile.
“Your life as you knew it is over, Clara, but I promise you that your future is just beginning,” the billionaire stated.
The private elevator doors chimed softly, opening to reveal a spacious wood-paneled interior lined with velvet seating.
“Let's get you upstairs out of these wet clothes. My staff will handle your belongings and your husband,” Marcus added.
Clara stepped into the elevator, feeling the heavy emotional weight of the past year finally lift from her chest.
The doors closed smoothly behind them, sealing off the lobby and carrying her up toward safety and peace.
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Downstairs on the wet pavement, Richard was finally grabbed by city street officers for disturbing the peace.
The rainy New York night swallowed his hysterical screams, leaving only the steady patter of water against the pavement.
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