Chapter 5: The Final Exit
The scene in the lobby an hour later was a spectacle. The man who had been the titan of industry was being escorted out by building security, his personal effects in a cardboard box. He looked like a stranger—his suit was the same, but the power had evaporated.
Elena watched from the balcony of the penthouse as he walked onto the street, looking up at the glass tower with a mixture of confusion and rage. She felt nothing. No anger, no sadness. Just the clean, crisp feeling of a task completed.
She turned back to the room. It was hers now. The company, the penthouse, the freedom. She walked to the bar, poured herself a fresh glass of wine, and looked out over the city that had once belonged to her husband.
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She realized then that the best part of the win wasn't the money or the power. It was the silence. The silence of a life where she was finally the one calling the shots. She pulled out her phone, opened the calendar, and deleted every engagement she had ever been forced to attend.
She was finally, completely, alone. And for the first time in years, she was free.
