Chapter 7 - Cold Justice
Clara did not raise her voice. She did not throw her handbag. She looked down at Patrick, whose face was soaked in a thin layer of cold sweat, and then turned her gaze to Karl, who stood trembling behind his partner.
"I spent six years away from this company while my husband slowly stripped my father's legacy away from me," Clara said, her voice dropping into an icy, quiet command that sent a chill through the warm lobby air. "I walked into my own hotel tonight to see if my father's standards were still alive. I found a bully in a suit."
She reached out with her free hand, resting her knuckles gently on the sleek marble edge. "Send my keys up. You're both fired."
Patrick’s jaw dropped. "Ms. Vance, please! I have a family! I've worked here for five years! You can't just—"
"Lupita," Clara interrupted smoothly, without even looking back at Patrick. "Call security. Have them escort Mr. Patrick and Mr. Karl out of the building within ten minutes. They are barred from entering any Vance corporate property worldwide."
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Lupita nodded firmly, a small, triumphant spark in her eyes. "Right away, Ms. Vance."
👉 As Patrick slumped back onto his chair, head in his hands, Clara turned toward the grand elevators, but the story of why she arrived in secret was only just beginning.
