Chapter 8 - Vanessa Plots Her Revenge From A Luxury Hotel
Miles away in a penthouse suite at the Plaza Hotel, Vanessa Caldwell paced furiously across the plush carpeting.
Her phone buzzed against the glass coffee table, displaying an incoming call from her corporate lobbyist father.
“What do you mean Vincent called off the wedding publicly?” her father bellowed through the speakerphone.
“That fat maid ruined everything by staging some ridiculous fake sibling reunion with his mother!” Vanessa shrieked angrily.
“You let a domestic worker destroy a fifty-million-dollar merger and a prime real estate dynasty alliance?” her father cursed.
“I am going to destroy them all; I have contacts on the corporate board who want Vincent out anyway,” Vanessa plotted.
“Do whatever it takes, Vanessa, but make sure the Moretti name is dragged through the absolute mud before dawn,” he ordered.
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Vanessa smirked wickedly, tossing her smartphone onto the sofa and pouring herself a glass of expensive vintage champagne.
She dialed a private number connected to a disgruntled former Moretti executive looking for corporate revenge.
