PART 3: THE FALL OF AN EMPIRE
“This is a pathetic joke,” Connor stammered, though his hands shook uncontrollably as his eyes scanned the official court seals on the documents.
“It’s no joke, Connor,” I said smoothly, grabbing a linen napkin from the table to dab the icy water from my face.
“Your family’s entire lifestyle has been funded by my company’s corporate expense accounts, which I just permanently revoked.”
Evelyn’s smug expression dissolved into pure terror as she realized the luxurious mansion we were standing in was officially registered as corporate housing.
“Protocol 7 is a total liquidation and termination protocol for executives found guilty of gross misconduct,” Lawrence explained with zero sympathy.
“You are all officially fired, effective immediately. Furthermore, security is here to escort you off company property.”
“You can’t do this to us, Brooke!” Evelyn wailed, falling to her knees on the soaked rug. “We are family! You are carrying my grandchild!”
“You lost the right to call yourselves my family the moment you treated me like trash,” I replied, standing tall and unbothered despite the cold water clinging to my dress.
Vanessa tried to sneak out the back door, but a security guard smoothly blocked her path, demanding she hand over the keys to her company-leased sports car.
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