LOGINTo keep Victor unsuspecting, I acted even more compliant in the days that followed.I even praised him publicly at an executive meeting — called him invaluable, suggested giving him a raise.Victor ate it up. The way he looked at me shifted from cautious to contemptuous.He probably assumed I'd been completely sidelined. A puppet with no strings of her own.What he didn't know was that I'd been in secret contact with Mr. Hartford and several of my grandfather's most trusted former lieutenants.I'd also had someone track down Faye.She hadn't actually gone back to her hometown. She'd taken hush money and was holed up in an underground casino, burning through it.When my security team dragged her in front of me, she was terrified out of her mind."Don't kill me! Please don't kill me! I'll tell you everything!"I didn't even have to press her. She spilled it all.Linda had been the front. But Faye was Victor Cross's real mole inside the finishing school.Her job was to identify vain, easi
That threatening phone call only fueled my fire.If they were just greedy, I might have considered cleaning house the gentle way.But if they had blood on their hands, they'd get no mercy from me."Mia, we're working late tonight."I opened my laptop, my gaze sharpening."Doing what?""Auditing the books."Not just the books. I was going to dig up every medical record and schedule from my grandfather's final days.Over the next few days, Mia and I practically lived at the office.On the surface, I played docile — signing a few harmless documents Victor put in front of me, letting him think he'd won.Behind the scenes, I hacked into the company's financial backend.What I found was staggering.Over the past several years, Grandeur Group had funneled tens of billions through various pretexts into offshore accounts.Every trail led to the same place — a shadowy entity called Deep Blue Capital.And what shocked me even more: one of Deep Blue Capital's registered owners was… Faye Chambers.
I'd assumed that with Linda behind bars, the dust had settled.I'd underestimated human greed — and just how deep these waters ran.My first week running the family business was a disaster.The conglomerate my grandfather left behind was called Grandeur Group. Real estate, entertainment, finance — it had its fingers in everything.But the moment I sat down in the chairman's office, I realized this seemingly mighty empire was rotting from the inside.Several veteran board members had zero respect for the "little girl" who'd been dropped in from nowhere.Especially Victor Cross, the VP of finance.He was my grandfather's distant cousin, and he used that seniority to lord over everyone in the company."Ms. Sinclair, here's last quarter's financial report. Just sign it."Victor tossed a thick stack of documents on my desk without so much as a glance in my direction, then turned to leave."Stop."I flipped through the report. A few pages in, my brow furrowed."Mr. Cross, this thirty-million
What came next was straightforward.Attorney Whitfield walked in with the police.Linda was arrested on the spot — fraud, pimping, extortion, and a laundry list of other charges.A long prison sentence awaited her.As for Briggs, a single word from Mr. Hartford was all it took. Every business deal he had in this city was dead.Faye avoided prosecution, but her reputation was destroyed. She couldn't show her face in New York anymore. She slunk back to her hometown with nothing.After the gala, Mia and I sat on Summit Manor's terrace, gazing at the stars.Mia held a glass of champagne, still not fully processing everything."Viv… is all of this really happening?""It is."I clinked my glass against hers."So… does that make me a real socialite now?" Mia asked carefully.I looked into her eyes and smiled."Mia, a real lady of society isn't built on designer bags or fancy galas.""Then what?""Backbone."I nodded toward the woman who'd stood by me through the chaos just moments ago — spine
Linda's voice died in her throat as though someone had grabbed her by the neck.Briggs's hand froze mid-air against his cheek, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets.The ballroom plunged into silence again — even deeper than when I'd slapped him.Mr. Hartford was the most powerful man in New York.And he'd just bowed to a girl in what they'd been calling a "no-name" dress?I gave a slight nod. "Mr. Hartford. It's been too long."Mr. Hartford straightened up and turned toward Linda and Briggs. The warmth vanished from his face, replaced by frost."Just now — who said they wanted to break Ms. Sinclair's hands?"His voice was quiet, but the authority behind it was absolute.Linda's legs gave out. She collapsed to the floor."I — I —" She couldn't form a single sentence.She couldn't fathom it. Yesterday, she'd been toying with a broke nobody. Today, that same nobody had Mr. Hartford bowing to her.Briggs had gone chalk-white, cold sweat dripping down his temples.He had money, sure
The next evening. Summit Manor — the most exclusive private club in New York.Tonight was the annual Charity Elite Night.Everyone here was real money. Net worth starting at ten billion.Linda's so-called "finishing school" was really just a pipeline — funneling girls to these rich men as companions.She'd packaged herself as an etiquette coach and the girls as socialites, skimming massive commissions and tuition fees off the top.Tonight was her "graduation ceremony" — and her sales pitch.When Mia and I arrived, the entrance was already lined with luxury cars.Mia was wearing the haute couture gown from yesterday, her palms slick with nervous sweat."Viv, can we actually get in? I heard security tonight is insane — no invitation, you get tossed out on the spot.""Relax."I linked my arm through hers and walked toward the entrance.The security guards saw me and immediately bowed with respect."Ms. Sinclair, welcome."Mia stared at me in shock.I smiled. "Oh, I forgot to mention — Sum







