Chapter 3 - The Collapse
At 9:01 a.m. the next morning, the manufacturing floors in New Jersey went perfectly, entirely dark.
Ryan had planned a massive champagne brunch at Bellamy Beauty’s Manhattan headquarters to announce Evelyn as the new, glamorous face of the brand. Instead, he spent the morning watching his stock plummet into the abyss as cease-and-desist orders flooded his legal department.
The manufacturers called. The distributors called. Sephora called.
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He couldn't legally produce, ship, or sell a single vial of the serum that made his company billions. By noon, the European investors pulled their funding. By 2:00 p.m., the board of directors initiated an emergency liquidation of his assets to cover the catastrophic breach of contract.
Ryan Bellamy was a visionary without a vision. He was a king standing in a castle built entirely on his wife’s invisible labor, and I had just removed the foundation.
