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Chapter 3 - The Public Execution

Word in the high-stakes consulting world travels faster than a private jet. Within forty-eight hours of Elena’s revocation notice, the shockwaves hit the London Tech Summit where Harrison was scheduled to give a keynote address.

Investors, venture capitalists, and tech moguls gathered in the grand auditorium, murmuring among themselves. Harrison arrived late, disheveled, having spent the night sleeping in the hotel's auxiliary holding lounge after the concierge finally threw him and Khloe out of the Presidential Suite. His designer suit was rumpled, his hair unbrushed, and his phone vibrating incessantly with angry texts from angry suppliers, leaseholders, and staff who hadn't received their payroll deposits.

As Harrison stepped up to the podium, trying to put on a brave face, a massive projection screen behind him flashed.

Instead of his corporate presentation deck, the screen displayed a public legal filing: NOTICE OF REVOCATION OF FINANCIAL GUARANTY & NOTICE OF PENDING FORECLOSURE. Below it sat clear, undeniable financial audits leaked by Sarah’s office, detailing how Harrison’s firm was 100% dependent on Elena Vance’s private trust fund.

A collective gasp echoed through the auditorium.

"Mr. Miller," a prominent venture capitalist shouted from the front row, standing up and crossing his arms. "Is it true that your entire company is a hollow shell built on your wife’s money, and she just pulled the plug?"

Harrison froze, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Before he could utter a single lie, Khloe rushed down the center aisle, her designer handbag clutched tightly to her chest, looking panicked.

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