Chapter 2
Memories of that fateful night rushed back with the force of a tidal wave. Flames had engulfed the historic Rosewood Manor, consuming her younger sister Clara and the newborn infant who was supposed to inherit the entire corporate empire.
"Your mother gave this to you?" Eleanor repeated, her voice barely audible over the soft ambient hum of the lobby.
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The little girl nodded earnestly, pointing toward the glass exit doors where a faded blue sedan idled by the curb. "She's waiting for me right out there in the parking lot by the American flag."
Eleanor rose abruptly from the plush lounge chair, her navy blue blazer straining against her sudden movement. The polished corporate facade she had maintained for decades was completely dissolving into sheer panic.
