Chapter 2 - The MatriarchEleanor Vance entered the showroom as if the entire building belonged to her.
Gold silk. Diamond earrings. Designer sunglasses. A handbag worth more than most people's annual salaries.
Behind her followed her nineteen-year-old son, Julian, barely looking up from his phone.
Eleanor stopped beside a Bugatti Chiron.
She slowly ran her eyes over the car before turning toward the staff.
Then she saw Maya.
Something about the young woman's expression irritated her.
Maya wasn't nervous.
She wasn't impressed.
She simply watched.
Eleanor's lips tightened.
"That one," she said, pointing toward Maya. "Have her assist me."
Maya approached with a professional smile.
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Vance. How may I help you?"
Eleanor tilted her head.
"You may start by learning not to look at wealthy customers like you're judging them."
Maya smiled faintly.
"I'm here to help you choose a vehicle, ma'am."
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Eleanor didn't know it yet.
But she had just chosen the wrong woman to underestimate.
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