Chapter 7 - THE HIGH SOCIETY FALLOUT
The corporate world is ruthless, but Boston high society is a blood sport. Word of Daniel’s spectacular fall spread through the elite country clubs and charity boards like wildfire. Melissa’s boutique fashion line, which I had silently funded through dummy corporations, lost its credit lines and suppliers in forty-eight hours. The very people who had kissed Elaine’s cheek at galas now looked right through her at the grocery store. The Whitakers became radioactive, exiled from the only thing they truly loved: status.
