Wealth, status, and beauty define the elite of Kensington Prep. Every one of them possesses the ability to get away with anything and everything they want, unscathed and remain as privileged and superior as ever.
But Amory Scout decides that tim...
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"How did it go?"
I am leaning on the outside wall of the Midtown office as the members of the Calloway family walk out of the lobby, exiting the silver, gleaming rotating doors one by one, their faces solemn and grim at the revelation of who will be entitled to the Calloway empire. With Jeremy's sanity crumbled to near dissolution and Elijah dead, the only male heir left to inherit the elephantine Calloway empire was Orson. And from the looks of it, no one looks quite happy with it. Especially the women, who have expected at least a slice of a controlling stake.
"What are you doing here?" Carmen says as soon as she notices my trademarked Upper East Side look: off-white, kitten-heeled Schutz boots teamed with bike shorts, an oversized school shirt, a Fendi bag, and a Cartier pin, which exudes the kind of high-low attainability she can never pull off.
Carmen lives by the three Bs: Barneys, Bergdorf's, and Bendel's. While that's very Upper-Class debutante with a hint of the aristocrat, I prefer to be more Page Six princess. At the end of the day, I dress to the character I fashioned myself: the SoCal native, hailing from the mansions of Beverly Hills with that easy-breezy relaxed attitude of a Californian cool girl.
"I'm just seeing my boyfriend, Carmen," I smile, amused as if we're friends. As if I'm surprised by this irrational hostility from her. I peck Orson sweetly on the kiss and loop my arm around his. The three other Calloway women look at me with restrained rage, as if I've chosen to appear at the worst possible time.
From the minute Delia explained to me the nature of the Calloway family and his ancestors, I've planned every strategy to lead me here. As explained by Delia to me, Orson's ancestors stipulated that the ownership of the family's trust, the shipping company, the trading firm, and all the Calloway various business interests around the world, would only be owned by a male heir. When I realize very quickly my parents' car crash has been a result of Elijah and Delia's secret plot to get rid of Orson five years ago, just the same way they've taken out his mother, I make a few swift adjustments to my original plan to ensure vengeance is served.
To serve Elijah's punishment alive would've gone over his head. Elijah Calloway is not only terribly entitled and narcissistic but cruel and self-absorbed. I can't imagine what being the only son of Delia and Jeremy Calloway hasve done to his ego. He spent his whole life being doted on by Delia, trained and geared by Jeremy to take over the empire. When information about the affair between Jeremy and one of Delia's handmaidens broke out, Delia poisoned her son against his father, his mistress, and their bastard son. She pitted the two brothers against each other out of spite for her husband's infidelity and ruthlessly schemed her way to dispose of the mistress and inherit everything she wasn't supposed to have while her husband remained shackled to old age and dementia.
But I come in and ruin all her best-laid plans.
My gaze momentarily meets her ablaze eyes, which glimmer a cold blue at me. I raise my head and let a whisper of a smirk tease through my glossy pink-tinged Dior lips, before arranging my features to be appropriately serious and concerned.
