Chapter 13
The opening bell rang,
and the financial slaughter,
began on the floor.
Clara executed her trades,
with surgical precision and,
massive amounts of capital.
Shares of Blackwood's allies,
began to drop fast,
as panic spread quickly.
Brokers were shouting loudly,
trying to understand why,
the sudden selloff happened.
Behind closed doors meetings,
the three corrupt CEOs,
watched their wealth vanish.
They did not know,
who was attacking them,
or how it happened.
By noon that day,
losing fifty million dollars,
their boards were panicked.
Clara watched the charts,
her face expressionless like,
a seasoned stone statue.
"They are calling emergency,
meetings right now Boss,"
Marco reported from monitor.
"Blackwood has requested a,
meeting with you directly,
at his private manor."
Clara stood up slowly,
smoothing her designer dress,
looking elegant and deadly.
"Tell him I accept,
and I will come,
to his house tonight."
Marco looked worriedly at,
her safety parameters there.
"It could be a,
trap to finish you,
away from public eyes."
"Of course it is,"
Clara replied with confidence,
"but he forgets that,
I am the one,
holding all the cards."
She put on coat,
ready to face enemy,
in his own den.
The drive to manor,
was long and quiet,
through the English countryside.
The old stone house,
loomed up in dark,
like an ancient fortress.
But Clara Vance Sterling,
walked up the steps,
with total absolute pride.
She was not afraid,
of old men hiding,
behind wealth and titles.
She was the future,
and they were just,
May you like
the dying remnants of,
a corrupt past era.
