Chapter 11 - The Celebration Too Soon
Back at the temporary penthouse apartment in downtown Houston, Julian poured two glasses of vintage champagne.
He handed one to Eleanor, a triumphant grin spreading across his handsome face.
“The coroner signed off on the provisional death certificates this morning,” Julian said, clinking his glass against his mother’s.
“The estate insurance payout clears by Friday, and the board has already appointed me sole CEO of Ashford Industries.”
Eleanor took a sip of champagne, her sharp eyes gleaming with vindictive satisfaction.
“I always told you that girl was nothing but dead weight,” Eleanor remarked coldly.
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“Now we can focus on merging with the Sterling Corporation and securing our family dynasty for the next fifty years.”
They laughed softly together, completely unaware that their entire conversation was being recorded on a hidden digital device resting inside the floral arrangement.
