Marcus finally found his spine.
“Dad would be ashamed of you, Mom. He built his business on integrity. You just destroyed everything he stood for in front of everyone who matters.”
The police officers stepped forward.
“Ma’am, we need you to come with us.”
“Don’t touch me! I’m Eleanor Drexler! I own half of Beverly Hills!”
“No.”
Patricia Worthington stood up.
“You own nothing but debt and delusion. The charity committee voted unanimously tonight. You’re removed from all positions. Effective immediately.”
The association president added, “Your gold sponsorship is revoked. You’re permanently banned from all association events.”
Eleanor looked around the ballroom at the horrified faces, the recording phones, the police waiting to arrest her. The empire she’d built on intimidation and lies had collapsed in less than 10 minutes.
“This isn’t over!” she screamed as the officers escorted her out. “You’ll all regret this!”
