Chapter 7 - Behind Locked Doors
Upstairs in the executive suite, Victoria paced the floor like a trapped animal.
Her gold gown felt suffocating, the sequins catching on the dark leather furniture as she marched back and forth across the Persian rug.
"It's a setup!" Victoria snarled at her personal attorney, David Vance, who sat across the desk, reviewing the preliminary police report on his tablet. "That child was planted by someone on the board! Harold wants my seat! He paid the IT department!"
David Vance set the tablet down with a heavy sigh.
"Victoria," David said plainly, his voice devoid of sympathy. "The camera that captured the footage is an un-routable internal security feed. It cannot be edited in real-time. The district attorney has already requested the raw server logs."
Victoria slammed her palm onto the mahogany desk. "I am Victoria Sterling! I donate millions to the city's legal funds! They won't charge me over a scratch!"
The door opened softly.
Arthur walked into the office. He didn't look at his wife. He looked at David Vance.
"Arthur," Victoria gasped, rushing toward him. "Thank God. Tell David we are filing a defamation lawsuit against the hotel management immediately—"
"David," Arthur interrupted smoothly, his voice cold as ice. "Draw up the formal divorce papers. And issue a corporate press release announcing Victoria’s immediate resignation from every Sterling board position."
Victoria stopped dead in her tracks, her mouth opening in sheer disbelief.
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"Divorce?" she breathed. "Arthur... over a servant's child?!"
"Not over a child, Victoria," Arthur said, turning his cold gray eyes onto her face. "Over who you really are when you think no one is watching."
