Chapter 5 - The Scapegoat and the Serpent

Three days later, the corporate scandal broke across the financial news networks.
BREAKING: VALE MERIDIAN CEO JULIAN VALE OUSTED AMID ALLEGATIONS OF EMBEZZLEMENT AND MORAL TURPITUDE.
The headlines were merciless. Photos of Julian stepping out of his luxury car with Chloe Marr flashed across CNBC and Bloomberg. The board of directors had released a scathing press release detailing the forensic audit findings: millions diverted, corporate funds used for illicit affairs, and a total collapse of executive integrity.
Julian’s phone blew up with calls from journalists, former friends, and business associates who suddenly forgot his number. Desperate, he turned to the only person who had encouraged his delusions of grandeur.
He pulled his sports car into the underground parking garage of Chloe Marr’s luxury downtown apartment complex. He rode the elevator up to the penthouse, bursting through the door without knocking.
Chloe was sitting on the velvet sofa, stuffing designer handbags into a Louis Vuitton suitcase.
"Chloe! Thank God," Julian gasped, running a hand through his hair, which was visibly unwashed. "We need to figure out a statement. The PR firm is ignoring my calls, and Evelyn’s lawyer has frozen all my personal accounts. We need to—"
Chloe didn't even look up from her packing. "Stop hyperventilating, Julian. It’s pathetic."
Julian froze. "What did you just say?"
Chloe zipped her suitcase shut with a sharp snap and stood up, smoothing her pencil skirt. She looked at him with cold, calculating eyes—the exact same look she used when firing a low-level coordinator.
"I said it’s pathetic," Chloe repeated, crossing her arms. "You’re finished, Julian. Your wife holds fifty-two percent of the voting shares, the board has blacklisted you from the industry, and every asset you own has been tied up in litigation. You’re broke."
"Broke? I am Julian Vale! I built—"
"You built nothing!" Chloe snapped, her voice finally dropping its sultry pretense and revealing pure venom. "You were a handsome mannequin holding a chair for an heiress who was dumb enough to love you. The moment she pulled the rug out from under you, you turned out to be nothing more than a hollow-headed fraud."
Julian stared at her, the betrayal burning a hole in his chest. "You... you told me I was a titan. You said I deserved a real partner who appreciated my genius."
Chloe laughed, a harsh, grating sound. "Julian, please. You’re good for a weekend in Napa on the company dime and a few expensive dinners. Did you really think I was going down with a sinking ship? My lawyer already drafted a statement for HR claiming that you coerced me into participating in the financial diversion under threat of termination."
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Julian staggered backward, hitting the wall. "You... you’re throwing me under the bus?"
"Someone has to take the blame, darling," Chloe smiled coldly, walking past him toward the door. "And it certainly isn't going to be me. Enjoy your divorce."