Chapter 18: The Premature Victory
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The green glow faded before Marcus turned back around. He pulled out his phone, his face a mask of sadistic glee. "Security? Yes. I have an intruder. A disgruntled ex-employee. She’s violent."
Elena didn't struggle as two uniformed guards—men she had greeted every morning for six months—hauled her to her feet. They wouldn't meet her eyes. Her shoulder throbbed where she had hit the vase, a dull ache that screamed for a civil rights attorney.
"Get this trash out of my building," Marcus barked, wiping his hands as if he'd touched something filthy.
Blue lights flashed outside the rain-slicked glass. The police were already there, likely on his speed dial. As the cold metal of handcuffs clicked around her wrists, Elena didn't scream. She didn't fight. She just watched Marcus preen like a peacock, unaware his feathers had already been plucked.
A false arrest lawsuit would be just the cherry on top.
They dragged her toward the revolving doors. The humiliation burned hotter than the cut on her lip. But then, a distinct chime echoed from her pocket. It was the special ringtone she had set for the bank's priority line.
As they dragged her out, her phone chimes. A notification from the bank: 'Ownership Retained. Elena Rossi constitutes majority shareholder.'
End of Chapter 18
