They Thought I Was A Janitor, Until I Refinanced The Skyscraper And Evicted Them

The video looped on the assault—Marcus’s face twisted in hate as he threw her. The real Marcus stood on stage, trembling. His public image was incinerated. Defamation of character wasn't an option when the truth was in 4K resolution.

"Turn it off!" he screamed, lunging for her.

Steve, the head of security, was there in a flash. He intercepted Marcus, twisting his arm behind his back with practiced ease. "That’s enough, Mr. Sterling."

"Unband me! Do you know who I am?"

Elena looked down at him. "You're a trespasser," she said calmly. "Security, escort Mr. Sterling off the premises. And keep him off."

Two more guards rushed the stage. They grabbed Marcus by the arms and legs, dragging him toward the exit. He kicked and thrashed, a toddler in a five-thousand-dollar suit.

"I'll sue you!" he howled as they hauled him down the stairs. "I'll bury you in legal fees!"

Elena leaned into the mic one last time, her voice echoing over his screams.

He yells that he will sue her into oblivion, but Elena casually mentions she has already forwarded the footage to the DA.