“Yes, Madame Chairwoman,” Mr. Sebastian confirmed.
“C-Clara! Please! I’ll have nowhere to go! I’ll be ruined!” Marco screamed as they forced him to stand.
“You told me I don’t belong in your world anymore,” I said. “You were right. Because your world is small—full of arrogance and fake power. My world is the one you work in.”
I turned my back.
“Throw that trash out. He’s ruining the atmosphere of my party,” I commanded.
Marco’s desperate cries echoed through the ballroom as he was dragged out. The night he had imagined as the pinnacle of his success had become the abyss of his downfall.
And me?
I lifted my champagne, savoring the freedom I had claimed from a worthless man, and let the applause wash over me.
