Chapter 7 - The Eviction
"You can't do this to me!" Harold choked out, his chest heaving as he pointed a trembling finger at Emily. "I built this company!"
"My father built this company, Harold," Emily corrected coldly. "You just drove it into the ground while your family spent my money on yachts and legal fees."
Two security guards stepped up to Harold's chair, grabbing him firmly under his elbows and pulling him up.
"Escort Mr. Ashford out of the building," Emily commanded without a hint of hesitation. "If he steps foot on this property again, have him arrested for criminal trespassing."
As Harold was marched out of the boardroom in shame past his former executives, Emily slowly turned her wheelchair to face the remaining board members. The room was deathly quiet, every director sitting straight in their chairs, terrified of making a single wrong move.
"Now," Emily said, resting her hands neatly on her lap, "let us discuss how we are going to rebuild this company from the ground up."
That evening, Emily returned to the Ashford Estate in upstate New York—the thirty-room mansion where she had lived as a prisoner for four years.
Accompanied by a moving crew and court-appointed marshals, Emily sat in her wheelchair in the grand foyer, watching as workers packed every single luxury item belonging to Margaret and Andrew into brown cardboard boxes.
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Designer dresses, expensive watches, custom tweed jackets, and luxury golf clubs were loaded into the back of a waiting moving truck bound for a city impound locker.
Emily picked up a framed photograph from the mantle piece—a photo of Andrew and Margaret smiling arrogantly at a gala. She stared at it for a brief second before opening her hand, letting the glass shatter against the hard marble floor where she had bled days before.
