Chapter 11 - The Empire Crumbles
The social media fallout was apocalyptic. Arthur owned a chain of high-end car dealerships across the state. By the next morning, protestors were standing outside his flagship store with signs demanding justice for Mia.
The public pressure was immense. Arthur's corporate partners, terrified of the PR nightmare, began pulling their contracts. The local news stations picked up the viral post and ran it on the five o'clock broadcast.
David called my phone, violating the restraining order. I let it go to voicemail.
“Clara, take the post down! You are ruining my father’s business! You’re ruining my life! My boss just put me on unpaid leave because the internet doxxed me! I’ll give you whatever you want in the divorce, just make it stop!”
I saved the voicemail and sent it to Eleanor. "Add a violation of a protective order to his tab," I texted her.
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Meanwhile, Chloe was feeling the heat. Her friends abandoned her. Her country club revoked her membership. The sheer societal shame of being exposed as a petty thief who framed a toddler was too much for her fragile, vain ego to handle.
The cracks in the Vance family foundation were turning into massive fault lines. And I was holding the sledgehammer.
