Chapter 4 - The Chairman's Table
Marcus’s heart hammered against his ribs as he watched his wife walk away. Panic began to claw at his throat—not because he cared about Valeria's feelings, but because she was walking directly toward Table 1.
Table 1 was reserved exclusively for the board of directors and the elusive, feared founder of Salazar Enterprises: Alexander Salazar.
Alexander Salazar was a 60-s distinguished billionaire with severe grey hair, wearing a dark navy bespoke suit and a silver tie. He ruled the corporate world with an iron fist, and tonight was his first time attending an internal company gala in five years.
"Valeria, stop right now!" Marcus hissed, running after her as fast as his polished dress shoes could carry him. "You can't go over there! That’s Chairman Salazar’s private table! You're going to ruin my career!"
Valeria didn't slow her pace. She walked straight up to the head table, her stained blue gown trailing red droplets behind her.
Alexander Salazar stood up from his leather chair the moment he saw her approaching. His stern, weathered face softened, his eyes widening in shock as he took in the wet red stain covering her shoulder and her ruined dress.
Before Marcus could reach out and grab Valeria’s arm, Alexander stepped out from behind the head table and placed a heavy, protective hand on Valeria’s uninjured shoulder.
Valeria looked up at the billionaire, her voice steady and unshakeable.
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"Dad," Valeria said clearly, her words reverberating through the silent room. "I think it’s time they know who I really am."
👉 Read PART 5 to see Marcus's horrifying realization about who his wife really was!
