Chapter 5 - The Public Fall
By noon, the story broke. It wasn't just a corporate reshuffling; it was a media massacre.
Eleanor hadn't just fired him; she had systematically leaked a curated, undeniable trail of Richard’s mismanagement to the Wall Street Journal. But she didn't just leak the financial crimes. She leaked the expenses.
The private jets flown to Paris for Chloe. The multi-million-dollar diamond necklaces bought with the company's pension fund overflow. The sheer, grotesque arrogance of it all was plastered across every screen in Times Square.
Richard sat in the back of a black car, frantically calling his political allies, the senators he had funded, the mayors he had golfed with.
Every single call went straight to voicemail.
He was toxic. In the span of six hours, Eleanor had transformed him from a visionary CEO into a corporate pariah.
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"Where to, Mr. Vance?" the driver asked, looking at him in the rearview mirror.
"The bank," Richard spat. "Take me to First Manhattan Private. She can't touch my personal offshore liquidity. I still have twenty million in Zurich."
