Chapter 7 - The Decree of Exile
The extreme close-up captured every detail of Victoria's face as her world shattered into pieces. Her mouth hung open in an silent scream of despair, her chest heaving as the reality of her total destruction settled in her mind.
Mr. Vance turned his back on her, looking at the two security guards who stood frozen near the glass entrance.
"Escort her out," Mr. Vance commanded, his voice as final as the slam of a gavel. "Her position ends today."
The security guards moved instantly. They grabbed Victoria firmly by her arms—the exact same way they had grabbed the boy moments earlier.
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"No! Please! Mr. Vance! Leo!" Victoria shrieked, her expensive heels dragging across the polished marble as the guards marched her toward the heavy glass doors. "You can't do this to me! I made this store! I am the face of Vance Luxury!"
Her cries echoed pathetic and thin against the soaring glass architecture before she was pushed out into the cold street, the heavy double doors swinging shut behind her with a final, muted click.
