Chapter 5 - The Unveiling
The silence in the room was absolute. It was the kind of silence that rings in your ears. Elias dropped his laser pointer. It hit the floor with a sharp clack, rolling away.
"Ella...?" Elias breathed, his voice trembling. He looked like he had just seen a ghost. Mr. Vance frowned, looking between his employee and me. "Elias, you know the Executive Director?" Elias couldn't speak. He was hyperventilating, his eyes darting from my expensive hair to the tailored suit, to the gold nameplate resting on the desk in front of me. Ella Wilson. Vice President.
Cynthia gripped the edge of the table, her face draining of all color. "What... what is this? Ella, what are you doing here? This is a joke, right?" "I don't make jokes during business hours, Cynthia," I said smoothly, leaning back in the chair. "And I certainly don't make deals with mediocre firms."
"Ella!" Elias gasped, taking a step forward. "What is going on? Where have you been? Why are you dressed like that?" "I'm at work, Elias," I replied, tilting my head. "Just a 'boring secretary', right?" Elias flinched as if he had been struck across the face. He remembered the words.
"I... I don't understand," he stammered, his facade crumbling entirely. "Let me explain it to you," I said, standing up. The click of my Louboutins echoed in the silent room. "My name is Ella Wilson. My father is Jonathan Wilson. The apartment we live in? Funded by Wilson Trust. The money you thought you were going to steal from me? Belongs to a multi-billion dollar estate."
Mr. Vance stood up, his face red with fury. "Elias! What the hell is she talking about?!" "Oh, Mr. Vance, didn't he tell you?" I asked with a mock gasp. "Your junior partner here married me purely to steal my assets. He and his mother plotted to fake my mental instability to take my home. All while moving his pregnant mistress into my guest room."
"Lies!" Cynthia screeched, standing up. "She's insane! She's making this up!" I pressed a button on the table. The speakers in the boardroom crackled to life. “She paid for it, but the money went through Elias's account. In a year we'll convince everyone she's unstable... The baby gets its own room... She's about as exciting as plain rice.”
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The recording played flawlessly in surround sound. Every word of their betrayal. Every disgusting laugh. When it ended, the room felt like a graveyard.
Mr. Vance looked at Elias with absolute disgust. "You are fired, Elias," Vance said coldly. "Pack your desk. You're done in this city." Elias fell to his knees. Literally fell. "Ella, please! It was my mother! She made me do it!" he begged, tears streaming down his face. "Throw them out," I told the security guards who had just stepped into the room.
