Chapter 3 - Security is going to drag you out!
If a photographer had been hired for the event, they would have captured a masterpiece of poetic justice.
I walked straight to the head of the table and took the only empty seat, sitting down with the absolute authority of a queen claiming her throne. In the image, I am sitting calmly in my black blazer, staring forward with a cold, unbothered smile, holding the thick legal deed in my hand. Behind me, the room has descended into absolute chaos. Ethan is leaning over the table, his face twisted in a desperate, furious shout. Victoria's hand is clamped over her mouth in sheer horror. Miranda looks completely stunned, her mouth hanging open, while her wealthy father, Richard, stares at the document in my hand as if I am holding a live grenade.
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"Grace, what the hell are you doing here?" Ethan hissed, his face flushing dark red. "Security is going to drag you out!"
"I doubt that," I smiled, dropping the heavy legal folder onto the center of the table. "Since I'm the only person in this room who actually owns the land you're trying to sell to these investors."
