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33 My husband cut my hair right in front of his mistress, and both of them burst out laughing as the strands fell to the floor. “Look at you,” she sneered contemptuously. “No one will take you seriously now.” I simply stared at them and said, “We’ll talk again in five days.” / Chapter 6 / 10

Chapter 6 - The Audit and the Aftermath

Friday morning Lyon sun broke over the cobblestone streets of the old town, casting a warm, golden glow across the Saône river. I sat at my desk in the corporate headquarters of Élise & Co. Group, sipping a double espresso while reviewing the weekly revenue reports.

My phone buzzed continuously on the mahogany desk. Three missed calls from Julien. Two desperate text messages from Chloé begging for "a civilized conversation." I didn’t even bother to open them. I simply blocked both numbers with a single tap of my thumb, consigning their voices to the digital abyss.

Marc walked into my office, holding a fresh cup of coffee and a thick legal binder. He looked extraordinarily pleased with himself.

"Vaurien Pharma’s legal counsel just contacted our corporate office," Marc announced, taking a seat across from me. "They’re formally declining to press criminal charges against Julien only because you provided the evidence voluntarily and spared them a public PR disaster. However, they’ve seized his remaining company vehicle, frozen his pension benefits, and clawed back every performance bonus he received over the past three years."

"And Chloé?" I asked without looking up from my monitor.

"Terminated with immediate effect, blacklisted across the European marketing association, and her car lease is being repossessed as we speak because the corporate guarantee was tied to Julien’s department," Marc replied, grinning widely. "As for the apartment, our bailiff served them the formal eviction warning at 7:00 AM. They’re currently packing their designer clothes into cardboard boxes."

I nodded slowly, leaning back in my chair. "Good. Make sure the building superintendent monitors the move. I don't want a single fixture, custom curtain, or piece of art that belongs to me walking out that door."

"Already handled," Marc said. He paused, looking at me with genuine admiration. "You know, Élise, watching you handle this over the last week has been a masterclass in corporate warfare. Most people would have thrown a plate, screamed, or cried. You calmly executed a financial execution."

"Crying doesn't pay the overhead, Marc," I said with a faint smile. "And anger without strategy is just noise. Julien made the mistake of thinking that because my work involved hair, it lacked substance. He forgot that hair requires precision, patience, and absolute control—qualities he never possessed."

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"Publish it," I said. "Let Lyon know that Élise & Co. is just getting started."

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