Chapter 11

Ten minutes later, Eleanor, Clara, and little Lily sat behind the heavy mahogany doors of the private executive conference room on the top floor. The panoramic windows offered a breathtaking view of the Washington D.C. skyline under a brilliant blue sky.
Arthur stood nervously by the door, clutching a tablet filled with encrypted legal files. "Ms. Vance, security reports that Harrison Vance's private vehicle just pulled into the executive garage."
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Eleanor didn't flinch. She slid her gold and ruby ring across the polished conference table right next to Clara's matching ring.
"Let him up," Eleanor instructed coldly, her eyes fixed on the elevator doors down the hall. "It's time for the true reckoning of the Vance family."