Chapter 6 - The Fall Of The Queen Bee
Richard’s mother, Eleanor, realized her son was about to be dragged away in cuffs, and her aristocratic composure finally shattered entirely.
She threw herself across the floor, grabbing Officer Miller’s dark trousers with desperate, weeping claws.
“Do you know who my family is in Greenwich?” Eleanor wailed hysterically, her pearls catching the harsh overhead lights.
“We control the municipal zoning board! You can’t arrest my son in our own house!”
I looked down at her from my spot near the mantle, gently rocking my sleeping baby against my chest with a quiet, unbroken calm.
“Your zoning board answers to the New York municipal trust, Eleanor,” I reminded her softly, my voice cutting through her desperate cries.
“A trust that my grandfather established, and that my father has owned for the last forty years.”
Eleanor’s head whipped around, her eyes wide with sheer horror as she stared at me as if seeing a ghost for the very first time.
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“You… you knew all along,” Eleanor whispered, her voice cracking as the devastating truth of my lineage finally set in.
“I survived two years of your psychological torture because I wanted to see how far your arrogance would take you,” I answered coldly.
