Chapter 9 - Security Escorts The Shaken Socialite
Within minutes, the luxury Hamptons estate was swarming with corporate bailiffs and federal asset-recovery agents.
Guests hurried toward their parked luxury sedans, eager to distance themselves from the unfolding corporate scandal.
Eleanor sat frozen on the patio chair, refusing to move even as two security guards approached her respectfully.
“Ms. Vance, you must vacate the premises per the court-ordered asset forfeiture instructions,” the lead guard stated.
“This is my home! I have rights!” Eleanor screamed hysterically, thrashing slightly as they helped her to her feet.
“Your residency rights were terminated when the master trust was restored to its rightful owner,” the guard replied firmly.
They escorted her down the stone pathway past the glowing pool where she had deliberately shattered her champagne glass.
The broken crystal shards had already been swept away, leaving no physical trace of her petty cruelty behind.
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Emily watched her leave without a hint of satisfaction, knowing that true justice was simply taking its natural course.
She unpinned her bright red serving vest, letting it drop onto the table as a symbolic end to her undercover mission.
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