The crystal chandelier swayed slightly as Evelyn Cross stumbled against the marble table, her champagne flute shattering across the polished floor. Around her, the grand ballroom stood empty, chairs overturned, centerpieces wilting, silence pressing down like judgment. The most powerful woman in corporate America sat alone among the wreckage of her own celebration, mascara streaked, hands trembling.
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