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Chapter 8 - The Fallout at the Vance HouseholdWhile we were planning the press conference in Boston, absolute chaos was unfolding fifty miles away at my parents' house in Vermont.

Nicholas and Cynthia’s post-wedding brunch had been an unmitigated disaster. Half the high-profile guests hadn't shown up, opting instead to track the viral social media explosion sparked by the Table Nineteen leak. Investors Nicholas had spent months buttering up had sent polite text messages canceling future meetings, realizing that the golden boy of the Vance family wasn't nearly as connected as he pretended to be—and worse, that his family actively alienated billion-dollar assets.

Back in the living room, my mother was pacing furiously while my father sat slumped on the couch, staring blankly at the television.

“She did this on purpose!” my mother shrieked, slamming her coffee mug onto the table. “She planned the whole thing! To humiliate her brother on his wedding day! To make us look like fools in front of the entire county!”

“Mom, shut up!” Nicholas screamed, snapping for the first time. He was still wearing his rumpled dress shirt from the night before, his hair disheveled, his eyes bloodshot. “Just shut up!”

“Nicholas, don't you dare raise your voice at me—”

“She didn't plan anything!” Nicholas cut her off, his voice cracking with bitter, frantic realization. “Don't you get it? She didn't care enough about us to plan it! We were so busy treating her like garbage, so busy making sure she sat by the exit and didn't ruin our precious aesthetic, that we had no idea she was the person holding the strings of the entire tech sector!”

My father rubbed his temples, looking older and smaller than I had ever seen him. “Can we call her?” he asked quietly. “Can someone... can someone reach out to her?”

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Nicholas let out a hollow, desperate laugh, pulling out his phone and staring at the screen where his last five text messages sat marked as Read with no reply.

“Call her?” Nicholas whispered, his hands shaking. “Dad, she blocked us. Every single one of us.”

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