e corner into the

of Lillian's suite. She was flanked by two towering security guards in blac

t was a silent confirmation that all exit routes f

doors, signaling Mrs. Davies

She swiped it against the digital lock panel. Th

e doors open simultaneously. The heavy wood swung inwa

nge. She wore a silk eye mask, feigning a severe migraine. A half-em

om. She was aggressively brushing her hair, still pouti

and returning to comfort her. She began a rehearsed, dramatic

the room. Her voice sliced throug

was the new medical cure

sted instantly from feigned weakness to genuine shock, and then t

dly against the vanity. She spun around on her s

rug. "What is the meaning of this? ! Get out of my

s completely neutral, devoid of any emot

ies announced loudly, "you are being relocated to a remote we

r phone resting on the side table. She grabbed it,

turned to pure dread. The screen displayed absol

. A cold, deeply satisfied smile played on Eleanor'

ed her mother's arm, screaming at Eleanor. "You can't do th

pulled out the proxy document her father had signed

and loud, proving that Senator Robert Sinclair had legally signe

bottom of the page. The ultimate betrayal hit her physical body. She

diately pinned her with a lethal glare, silently intimidating her into freezing in the shadows. But seeing her mistress completely broken and stripped of her rights was too much. Unabl

he effortlessly boxed Mrs. Peterson into a corner of the room,

alked in and dropped two large, empty black

" Mrs. Davies informed Lillian. "All jewelry, electronics

dly. The reality of her total exile from Washington D.

She looked up at Eleanor, her prid

voice a wet sob. "We can compromise.

at her. Her eyes wer

with, Lillian," Eleanor st

the glass face loudly. "The ten-minu

shrank back against the wall, trembling violently, rea

ing woman. The power dynamic in the room