Chapter 5 - The Corporate Trap

"How did you... who told you about Savannah?" Roman gasped, his hand dropping to his side.
"I have eyes, Roman. And unlike you, I actually pay attention to details," I said, standing up from my chair. "You built Leister Development on my designs, my family's seed capital, and my quiet patience. You assumed because I didn't yell at dinner parties or demand a seat on your board that I was blind."
"Eleanor, listen to me," Roman said, reverting to his high-stakes negotiation tone. "You're angry. You have every right to be angry about... about Aurora. It was a mistake. A stupid, meaningless distraction. But don't ruin the business over a personal disagreement. Aura Hospitality is going to double our valuation! If you blow this up now, you destroy your own wealth too!"
I chuckled. It was a dry, hollow sound.
"My wealth was built long before I met you, Roman. And as of 9:00 AM tomorrow morning, Eleanor Vance Design LLC is issuing a formal cease-and-desist order to Leister Development and Aura Hospitality."
Roman’s eyes widened in horror. "You can't do that. The layouts are company property!"
"Read Section 14B of the master licensing agreement you signed six years ago," I replied. "The moment you sub-licensed my registered designs to an unapproved third party—namely, Miss Reese's shell company—your license was automatically revoked. Every hotel you operate is now in direct violation of my federal copyrights."
"You wouldn't," he breathed. "It would freeze our IPO. Investors would pull out of the Charleston project overnight!"
"Then I suggest you call your investors," I said, walking toward the front door and opening it wide. "And then I suggest you pick up your crates off my lawn before the sprinklers come on at five."
"Eleanor! This is my house!" he shouted, stepping into my personal space.
"Check the property registry, Roman," I said calmly, looking him dead in the eye. "My grandfather transferred this estate into my sole maiden name as a wedding gift. You never owned a single brick of this house. Just like you never owned me."
He stared at me, trembling with a mixture of rage and terror. For six years, he had treated me like a silent accessory—a sweet, artistic wife who stayed home while he played king of the city. He had never seen the woman who inherited the Vance estate.
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Without another word, Roman turned around, grabbed his garment bag, and walked out into the driveway.
I locked the door behind him and took a deep, clean breath. The fight was far from over, but the first wall had fallen.