This time, she wasn't planning on backing down.
Once the Free Port was operating smoothly and had stabilized, she would return to the high society of New York with a completely new identity. Then, she would go on the offensive.
Just as Elizabeth was sketching out her future plans, a commotion outside the sunroom broke her train of thought.
Looking out the window, she saw the estate's heavy main gate being shoved open.
Timothy Mellon stormed through it, furiously yanking at his overcoat. Behind him was Charles Mellon, who hadn't said a word for the past two days.
No entourage followed him, and he didn't say goodbye to anyone.
He yanked open the door of a Cadillac sedan parked in the driveway and threw himself inside.
A transfer of power was always accompanied by the loser's dejected exit.
Of the 20% she now held, at least 19% had been wrested from Timothy's grasp.
"Miss Elizabeth." Silvia, the chief legal counsel, stood outside the door, holding a thick stack of documents.
