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The last syllable of Khloe’s toast hung in the air, tasting of sour champagne and reckless vanity. Six hundred people—investors, philanthropists, board members, and society columnists—held their collective breath. They had come to celebrate the annual Founders’ Gala for Hayes Dynamics, anticipating a pleasant evening of quiet networking and charitable donations. Instead, they had just witnessed a public execution of professional etiquette. / Chapter 2 / 30

Chapter 2 - The First CasualtyThe blood drained completely from Daniel’s face. He looked from Victoria to his chief financial officer, who was already frantically typing on a smartphone at a nearby table.

"Victoria, you can't do that," Daniel whispered, his voice trembling as he grabbed her arm. "That’s our primary residence! My investors are in this room! You’re going to crash the stock price before market open tomorrow!"

Victoria looked down at Daniel’s hand on her sleeve, and slowly, deliberately, he let go.

"Your stock price crashed the moment you let an underqualified employee believe she could trade your marriage for a corner office, Daniel," Victoria replied. "You forgot who built the infrastructure that allows you to stand on this stage. You thought my silence was weakness."

Before Daniel could answer, the heavy double doors at the back of the grand ballroom swung open with a slow, echoing thud.

The orchestra didn't play. The waiters stopped moving.

Four men in charcoal-gray bespoke suits walked into the ballroom with unhurried, measured strides. At their head was Augustus Whitmore—Victoria’s father, the eighty-year-old patriarch of Whitmore Capital, whose personal net worth could buy and sell half the companies represented in the room. His silver hair was neatly brushed, and his cane struck the marble floor in a steady, rhythmic cadence.

The room parted for them like the Red Sea.

Khloe gripped her microphone so hard her knuckles turned white. "Who... who are they? Security! Remove them!"

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The heavy mahogany door of the dressing room seemed to close in on us, trapping the suffocating tension inside. Richard’s hands were shaking as he clutched the small, tarnished silver pendant. His knuckles were bone-white.

The heavy mahogany door of the dressing room seemed to close in on us, t...

The heavy silver fork slipped from my fingers, clattering sharply against the gold-rimmed porcelain of my dinner plate.

The heavy silver fork slipped from my fingers, clattering sharply agains...

The heavy mahogany door of the Fairmont Copley suite clicked shut with a muffled, expensive thud.

The heavy mahogany door of the Fairmont Copley suite clicked shut with a...

Augustus Whitmore stopped five feet from the dais. He looked up at Khloe with the cold, diagnostic stare of a surgeon examining a tumor.

"Security," Augustus said, his voice deep and resonant. "Is currently standing at every exit, ensuring no one leaves the building until the financial audit of Hayes Dynamics is concluded."

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