“Should we cancel the merger agreement?” Sebastian asked. “We can liquidate the agreement with Sterling in less than an hour. Thor Enterprises will be bankrupt by midnight.” “No,” Elara said, stepping out of the house. She untied her apron and let it fall to the floor. “It’s too easy. He wants image. He wants power. I’m going to teach him a lesson in power.”
She climbed the grand staircase, her steps determined. “Is the dress ready?” “The order arrived from Paris this morning, ma’am. It’s in the vault.” “And the car?” “The Rolls-Royce prototype is refueled and waiting at the hangar. The driver is waiting.”
“Excellent.” Elara entered her room and looked at the photo on her nightstand: a picture of her and Julia from five years ago. Back then, he looked at her with adoration. Now he looked at her through her, without seeing her. He had fallen in love with money and fame, forgetting that she had given him the map to find them.
“Sebastian,” Elara said over the phone. “Yes, ma’am.” “Change my name on the guest list. I won’t be going as Julia Thor’s wife.” “How should I list you?” Elara opened her enormous wardrobe. She moved aside the row of modest floral dresses that Julia liked her to wear and pressed a panel hidden in the wall. The back of the wardrobe opened, revealing a climate-controlled room full of high-end fashion, sets of diamonds valued at millions, and property titles that Julia didn’t even know existed.
“List me as president,” Elara whispered with a dangerous smile. “It’s time for Julia to meet her boss.”
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