Part 5: The Eviction of the Parasites
By noon, the Gold Coast estate was surrounded by two unmarked moving vans and three private security units.
Eleanor Vance was sitting in the grand living room, a silk scarf wrapped around her neck, screaming at the moving men who were carefully cataloging the luxury furniture. "You can't touch that! That's a French antique! My son is the director of a global corporation! He will have you all thrown in jail!"
"Your son is currently sitting in a police precinct booking room, Eleanor," I said, my wheelchair clicking smoothly across the marble threshold as Chloe pushed me into the foyer.
Eleanor spun around, her eyes widening in fury when she saw my cast. "You! You ungrateful, malicious little b—! You did this! You ruined his career because you were too lazy to make me my lunch!"
"No, Eleanor," I said, looking around the beautiful, historic house that my family trust had bought and maintained. "I did this because I finally realized that respect isn't something you beg for from people who have none to give. This house belongs to Aurora Capital. Your son’s name was never on the deed—only his signature on a lease that was just terminated for illegal financial asset depletion."
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Two security officers stepped forward, placing a pair of clear plastic bins on the coffee table.
"You have twenty minutes to gather your personal clothing, Eleanor," I told her, my gaze completely steady, stripped of the old compliance that had nearly destroyed me. "The pearls stay. The antiques stay. The luxury SUV in the driveway is being repossessed by the corporate fleet this afternoon. I suggest you call an Uber. I'm told it's very easy to use."
