Chapter 5: The loss of power
Last night at the restaurant
Brandon Carter sat across from Jean, his expression smug, as if he had already won. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, and gave her a condescending smile.
"You don't need to think about this too much, Jean. A woman like you needs a man like me," he said smoothly. "Your mother understands that, which is why she arranged this dinner. You should be grateful she's looking out for your best interests."
Jean lifted her wine glass, swirling the liquid slowly before taking a deliberate sip. She had already decided how this night would end, but she let him speak... if only to amuse herself.
"You expect me to be grateful?" she echoed, setting the glass down with a soft clink.
Brandon smirked, adjusting the cuffs of his designer suit. "Of course. I have wealth, influence, and the power to give you a life of ease. You just need to understand your role. My wife will respect me, support me, and follow my lead without unnecessary... opinions."
Jean exhaled slowly, staring at him for a moment. Then, with calm precision, she placed her napkin beside her plate and stood up.
Brandon blinked, caught off guard. "Where are you going?"
Jean picked up her clutch and straightened her dress. "Anywhere but here."
Brandon's expression hardened. "Jean, sit down."
She turned her back to him, already walking away. "I don't take orders, Brandon."