Chapter 5 - The Dinner Party
Five hours later, the luxury mansion was brilliantly illuminated for an elite dinner party.
Trevor, wearing a fresh, immaculate black tuxedo, stood in the center of the living room, holding a crystal glass of expensive scotch. Kristen was wearing a new, sparkling diamond necklace, laughing loudly with a group of wealthy investors Trevor was desperately trying to impress for his latest failing startup.
They had completely forgotten about Gloria. They assumed the elderly woman was hiding upstairs, too terrified and ashamed of her bruised face to show herself.
Trevor raised his glass to make a toast, fully commanding the attention of the high-society room.
"To the future of Vanguard Tech!" Trevor announced arrogantly, his voice booming. "And to the visionaries in this room who know how to build an empire from scratch!"
The investors politely raised their glasses.
But before anyone could take a sip, the massive oak front doors of the mansion were violently thrown open.
The heavy, metallic crash echoed through the pristine living room, instantly silencing the elegant dinner party. Trevor frowned, intensely annoyed by the interruption. He fully expected to see a clumsy servant or a lost delivery driver.
Instead, four massive, heavily armed private security contractors in tactical dark suits marched directly into the foyer.
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"What is the meaning of this?!" Trevor barked, stepping forward, his face flushing red with anger. "Who let you in? This is private property! I am calling the police!"
👉 The lead security contractor stepped forward, holding a piece of paper that would turn Trevor's blood to absolute ice.
