than 10 minutes.
“This isn’t over!” she screamed as the officers escorted her out. “You’ll all regret this!”
But we wouldn’t.
And she knew it.
As the police led Eleanor away, I finally took the microphone.
The ballroom fell silent.
800 pairs of eyes on me.
“I have a choice to make,” I said, my voice steady and clear. “I can press full charges for fraud, forgery,continue reading …