Chapter 9 - The Eviction NoticeTwo days after taking the reins as CEO of Vance-Sterling Holdings, I received a certified letter from a local attorney representing Chloe Ruiz.
It appeared Chloe had realized Luca was entirely broke, his personal credit cards frozen and his bank accounts locked pending the federal fraud investigation. She had packed her designer bags and moved out of his downtown condo within forty-eight hours of his dismissal. Now, she was attempting to sue Luca for emotional distress and breach of verbal agreements regarding property acquisition—specifically, demanding compensation for the Lake Norman villa she believed was rightfully hers.
I read the letter at my desk in the penthouse office, a faint smile touching my lips. I tossed the document into the shredder bin, picking up my phone to call my private security team.
“Have Luca’s remaining personal items been cleared from the villa?” I asked the head of security.
“Yes, ma'هم,” he replied crisply over the line. “Two large black trash bags and a box of personal papers were delivered to his mother’s estate this morning per court instructions.”
“Good. Make sure the locks on the lake house are updated to the biometric system. No one enters without my explicit authorization.”
“Understood, CEO Vance.”
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I hung up the phone, walking over to the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the bustling downtown skyline. The name ‘Vance Capital’ had already been removed from the building exterior across the street; crews were currently hoisting the new bronze lettering into place: Vance-Sterling Holdings.
Luca had thought he could discard me like a worn-out tool, hand me twenty minutes to pack my life away, and replace me with a younger model in a house that didn't even belong to him. He had mistaken my loyalty for weakness, my patience for passivity, and my quiet support for subordination.
