Chapter 8 - The Arrival of Claire
The double glass doors of the boardroom burst open once again.
Claire Hastings rushed in, wearing high heels and a flashy red dress, holding a shopping bag from an expensive boutique on Fifth Avenue. She had used Marcus’s corporate black card earlier that morning, assuming she was now the unofficial first lady of Vance Logistics.
"Marcus, babe!" Claire chirped, ignoring the deadly silence in the room. "The security guards down at the lobby were being so rude to me! Tell them who I am so they—"
She stopped mid-sentence as her eyes landed on Evelyn sitting at the head of the executive table in her sharp white suit.
"What is she doing here?" Claire spat, pointing an accusatory finger at Evelyn. "Marcus, why haven't your lawyers thrown her out yet? She abandoned you on your wedding night!"
Marcus didn't answer. He stood completely frozen, staring at the floor, his face drained of every drop of color.
"Claire..." Richard Vance gritted out through his teeth, his eyes burning with pure hatred as he glared at his son's mistress. "Get out."
"Excuse me?" Claire gasped, crossing her arms. "Richard, I am the daughter of your biggest client! Marcus promised me that once this fake marriage solved your liquidity issue, I would be taking over the marketing department!"
Evelyn tapped her pen gently against the table. Click. Click. Click.
"Miss Hastings," Evelyn said softly, her eyes fixing on Claire with absolute disdain. "As the new majority shareholder and Chairwoman of Vance Logistics, I am canceling all existing contracts with Hastings Shipping effective immediately."
Claire’s mouth fell open. "You can't do that!"
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"I just did," Evelyn replied calmly. "And as for the black card you used fifty minutes ago at Chanel? The charge was declined three minutes ago. Security, escort Miss Hastings off the premises."
👉 Read PART 9 to see how Marcus tried to beg Evelyn for forgiveness!
