Chapter 5 - The Manufactured OutrageRichard stood abruptly.
His expression changed.
He looked at Martha.
“You!”
Martha froze.
Richard pointed toward the wreckage.
“You were cleaning near the staircase controls!”
Martha's face hardened.
“I was nowhere near the controls.”
“You almost killed my wife!”
“Richard,” Eleanor whispered.
But he continued.
“You shook the railing. You damaged the mounting system. You nearly killed my child!”
Martha stared at him.
For forty years, she had served the Vance family.
She had buried their parents.
Raised their children.
Protected their secrets.
And now the man she had watched grow into a powerful executive was trying to make her the scapegoat for attempted murder.
Richard stepped closer.
“You're going to explain this.”
Martha refused to step backward.
“I don't have to explain something I didn't do.”
Richard's jaw tightened.
Then something slipped from his jacket.
Clack.
A pair of black-and-red insulated wire cutters landed on the marble floor.
The entire foyer became silent.
Richard stared down.
Martha stared down.
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Eleanor stared down.
For the first time, Richard looked afraid.
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