Chapter 7 - The Westchester Eviction
While Audrey was reclaiming her corporate empire in Manhattan, the final act of justice was playing out at the Westchester estate.
By mid-afternoon, federal marshals and local sheriff deputies had executed the emergency eviction orders.
Lorraine Keller stood on the gravel driveway, her designer luggage piled around her feet, screaming obscenities at the deputies as they locked the front doors of the estate.
“You can’t do this! I am the matriarch of this family! This is my son’s house!” Lorraine shrieked, shaking her fist at the sky.
“It’s Mrs. Keller’s house, ma’am,” a deputy replied deadpan, holding up the deed transfer documents. “And you have thirty minutes to vacate the property before you’re arrested for trespassing.”
Sabrina Cole sat on a stone bench near the gatehouse, clutching her weeping four-year-old son Theo, entirely abandoned by Graham, who was currently sitting in a holding cell downtown awaiting arraignment on federal wire fraud and embezzlement charges. The penthouse in Manhattan had been seized; her fake executive salary had been clawed back; and her grandiose dreams of high-society luxury had evaporated into thin air.
As a sleek black town car pulled up the winding driveway, the window rolled down to reveal Audrey sitting in the backseat.
Audrey did not gloat. She did not yell or lean out the window to rub salt in their wounds.
She simply looked at them with quiet, profound indifference—the most devastating punishment a narcissist can ever receive.
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She was invisible to them now. Just as they had tried to make Micah invisible to the world.
The town car swept past the gates and headed toward the private pediatric facility in Manhattan where Micah was currently undergoing his initial medical evaluation and rehabilitation therapy.
