Chapter 8 - THE CORNERED RAT
"This proves nothing!" Eleanor shouted, her composure finally shattering. She grabbed a heavy marble paperweight from the table. "Thomas stole that money! I was just taking back what was owed to me!"
"You killed him for it," Julian said, his voice lethal. "And you tried to kill Elena’s mother because she had the proof."
Eleanor laughed, a harsh, jagged sound. "You think you've won? The Swiss syndicate doesn't care about justice. They care about control. And they are already here."
The boardroom doors opened again. Marcus stood there, bruised but flanked by three imposing men in tailored suits. The Swiss investors.
Eleanor smiled triumphantly. "Gentlemen, dispose of them."
The lead investor stepped forward. He looked at Eleanor, then at Julian. Finally, his eyes landed on me. He took a long, slow look at the way I stood, the angle of my chin.
He didn't pull a weapon. Instead, he placed his hand over his heart and bowed his head respectfully.
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"We have been looking for you for a very long time, Elena," the investor said in flawless Zurich dialect. "Your mother’s seat at the table has been kept warm."
Eleanor’s triumphant smile vanished. The color drained from her face as she realized she hadn't summoned her saviors. She had summoned my army. In a final act of sheer desperation, Eleanor lunged toward me with the heavy marble weight.
