Chapter 10 - The Bronze Verdict
Elena placed her hand flat against the heavy oak wood of the door.
The young man lunged forward, realizing too late what was happening.
"Wait!"
Elena stared at him through the narrowing gap.
"I gave you the lifestyle you can actually afford."
Her voice held no anger. It held only finality.
"Why do you have access to that?" the man screamed, his fingers reaching for the frame.
"Because I own the title."
She slammed the door.
The heavy bronze deadbolt clicked automatically as the frame met the jamb.
The sound was a definitive, metallic period at the end of a very long sentence.
Outside, a heavy fist pounded against the thick, reinforced wood.
The sound was muffled, distant, and entirely irrelevant.
Inside, in the quiet, dim foyer, Elena shifted the sleeping boy on her hip.
She looked at Martha.
"Let's order dinner."
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