Chapter 7 - The Social Exile
By early noon, the massive, highly explosive scandal entirely surrounding Margaret's charitable embezzlement had violently ripped completely through the city's elite social circles.
I sat quietly in my parked car directly across the street from the highly prestigious Oakridge Country Club, eagerly watching the absolute chaos completely unfold with pure delight.
Margaret aggressively pulled her shiny, incredibly expensive silver Mercedes right up to the front valet stand, completely expecting her usual, absolutely royal treatment from the staff.
Instead, the club's incredibly stern general manager completely blocked her path, firmly holding his massive hand up to aggressively stop her from entering the grand lobby.
I completely rolled my car window down just a tiny crack, eagerly listening to the distant, incredibly high-pitched shrieks of my terrible mother's ultimate humiliation.
"You absolutely cannot deny me entry today, I have completely been a massive platinum member of this prestigious club for twenty years!" she screamed completely hysterically.
"Your elite membership has been permanently, entirely revoked by the advisory board, Mrs. Vance, and you absolutely need to leave the premises immediately," the manager replied completely coldly.
Dozens of incredibly wealthy women she completely used to proudly call her best friends stood on the beautiful outdoor terrace, aggressively whispering and pointing directly at her.
The sheer, absolute humiliation aggressively displayed on Margaret's face was completely breathtaking, her perfect, highly arrogant facade completely shattering into a million tiny pieces.
She frantically tried to aggressively call her best friends on her expensive cell phone, but every single person had clearly already completely blocked her number.
She was completely, entirely alone today, completely stripped entirely of the fake, incredibly glittering social armor she had spent her whole miserable life violently building.
She violently threw her highly expensive designer purse directly into the passenger seat of her luxury car, sobbing completely uncontrollably as she aggressively sped entirely away.
I watched her aggressively leave the parking lot, feeling absolutely no pity for the incredibly cold, highly narcissistic woman who had proudly watched me bleed on her floor.
She had constantly, violently told me that I was a massive, incredibly dramatic, pathetic embarrassment to the highly proud, entirely pristine Vance family name.
But in absolute reality, she was the incredibly biggest, most completely pathetic fraud of them all, and absolutely everyone finally knew the completely ugly truth.
I confidently started my car and aggressively drove in the completely opposite direction, my brilliant mind completely focused on the final, highly devastating blow I had flawlessly planned.
The federal authorities were actively, aggressively dismantling Arthur, the highly dangerous loan sharks were aggressively hunting Jason, and Margaret was a complete, massive social pariah.
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But they completely, technically still proudly owned the massive family house, the incredibly expensive, sprawling symbol of my complete, highly painful erasure from the family tree.
I was absolutely going to legally, completely ruthlessly take that massive house completely away from them forever, and I knew exactly, flawlessly how to do it.
