Chapter 7 - THE PULLING OF STRINGS
Elena rushed over to her son, watching the terror spread across his pale, sweaty face.
"Mark, what's wrong? Why are you looking like that?" Elena asked, her voice cracking with sudden dread.
"My... my cards are declined. My corporate accounts are completely locked," Mark stammered, tapping frantically against the screen.
Clara leaned back against her pillows, crossing her arms with an air of supreme, untouchable royalty.
"Did you really believe that the modest graphic designer you married in college was your only identity, Mark?" Clara asked quietly.
Mark stared at her, the color draining entirely from his cheeks as the pieces of a terrifying puzzle finally connected.
"You... you're not just an ordinary employee. Who are you?" Mark whispered, his voice trembling in utter disbelief.
"I am the sole controlling shareholder of Vance Global Holdings, the parent company that funds your entire lifestyle," Clara stated flatly.
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Elena staggered backward, her emerald green blouse seeming to lose its vibrant luster under the harsh hospital lighting.
"That's impossible... that's a multi-billion-dollar trust!" Elena shrieked, clutching her chest in cardiac panic.
