The Sinclair Protocol – My Delivery Girl is a Private Military Queen
By Lea von Löwenstein
Chapter 18: The Great Gala
Part 1: Power Games
The Dorchester – Grand Ballroom
“Rather fascinating entrance,” Marcus’s voice carried pure authority as he guided Sophia Montgomery through the gilded doors. “Though perhaps not as fascinating as watching London’s elite process our particular alliance.”
Sophia’s features showed calculated satisfaction as whispers rippled through the gathered power players. Her couture gown worth more than most yearly salaries, every detail screaming old money perfection.
“Perfect timing,” her tone held dangerous silk. “Though watching Victoria Chase’s face turn rather specific shades of fury proves most entertaining.”
“The merger announcement approaches,” Marcus’s words promised destruction as he noted each reaction. “Though perhaps we should discuss exactly how thoroughly Drake’s operation crumbles tonight.”
“Indeed,” Sophia’s burning ice smile never wavered. “Sometimes the most devastating move isn’t the one they see coming.”
“Drake proved useful,” Marcus’s voice carried lethal satisfaction as they surveyed the gathered elite. “Though watching him believe he controlled our particular game is laughable.”
Sophia’s features showed pure calculation as she accepted champagne from a passing waiter. “His Singapore operation provided perfect cover. He played his role.”
“A pawn who thought himself a king,” Marcus’s tone held dangerous amusement. “Though perhaps we should discuss exactly how his rather specific failure advances our position.”
“The Thorne-Montgomery merger,” Sophia’s burning ice smile turned predatory. “Drake’s help only highlighted its importance.”
Marcus’s voice carried pure satisfaction. “Drake couldn’t even secure an invitation to his own downfall.”
Sophia’s features showed calculated amusement as she surveyed the elite crowd. “Though watching him desperately attempt to purchase his way in proved rather entertaining.”
“Perfect example of-” Marcus’s words cut off as his features froze. Across the ballroom, Liv’s presence commanded attention in a gown worth more than entire companies.
“Impossible,” Sophia’s tone held dangerous observation. “Why is she here?”
“Rather bold appearance,” Marcus’s voice carried pure venom as they approached Liv. “Though perhaps you should consider leaving. NOW!”
Liv’s burning ice smile turned lethal as she noted their particular tension. “Fascinating suggestion. And how do you think, this gala event could possibly continue without the most important person in the room?”
“This isn’t your place,” Sophia’s features showed calculated threat. “The Thorne-Montgomery merger proceeds tonight.”
“So?” Liv’s tone held dangerous amusement.
“Leave,” Marcus’s words promised destruction. “Before your peasant presence compromises everything.”
“Actually,” Liv’s burning ice never wavered. “I think… I will stay.”
“Get out or I let security drag you out… you don´t even have an invitation.”
“Actually,” Liv’s burning ice voice carried pure authority as she produced an invitation card. “The Blackwood-Sinclair alliance rather specifically requires my presence.”
Marcus’s features showed dangerous calculation while Sophia’s perfectly manicured nails dug into her champagne glass.
“Impossible,” Marcus’s tone held carefully controlled fury. “Though perhaps we should discuss exactly how you acquired-“
“My husband´s invitation?” Liv’s words promised destruction. “Even without that, I´d still stay.”
“Security,” Sophia’s sharp voice carried desperate command. “This woman-“
“Is exactly where she belongs,” Sebastian’s aristocratic presence materialized beside Liv.
“That is an unacceptable breach of protocol,” Marcus’s voice turned purely lethal as he signaled to event security. “The Blackwood-Sinclair ‘alliance’ lacks board approval.”
“Nice attempt,” Liv’s burning ice never wavered. “Though you’ve miscalculated, darling.”
“This event,” Marcus’s features showed dangerous calculation, “requires verified corporate status. Your particular presence-“
“Actually,” Sebastian’s aristocratic tone carried lethal precision, “we should discuss the rather specific terms of tonight’s merger announcement.”
“The Thorne-Montgomery deal proceeds,” Sophia’s sharp voice held desperate certainty while Marcus’s perfectly controlled mask showed the first cracks of concern.
“Perfect,” Liv’s words promised destruction. “Then you can also go down together after this event.”
Marcus’s voice carried pure satisfaction as he shifted tactics. “Our thirty billion dollar partnership finalizes tonight.”
Liv’s burning ice smile turned lethal as she watched her ex-fiancé’s calculated performance. “You are still quite sure about that?”
“Perfect alignment,” Marcus’s features showed dangerous pride while Sophia’s sharp smile promised victory. “The investor realize exactly how thoroughly we’ve secured market dominance.”
“Fascinating confidence,” Sebastian’s aristocratic tone held careful amusement. “Though perhaps we should discuss exactly who controls those thirty billion dollars.”
“The investor remains private,” Marcus’s words carried pure authority. “Until after the merger signing.”
“Actually,” Liv’s burning ice never wavered. “You might have perfectly misunderstood your perfect investor’s identity.”
“Security,” Marcus’s voice turned purely lethal as he signaled the head of operations. “These particular invitations require… verification.”
Liv’s burning ice smile never wavered as three security officers approached. “Rather desperate attempt. Though watching you grasp at rapidly dissolving control proves most entertaining.”
“Remove them,” Marcus’s features showed dangerous satisfaction. “Their presence lacks proper authorization.”
“Actually,” the head of security’s tone carried perfect respect. “Lady Sinclair’s authorization proves rather specific.”
“Impossible,” Sophia’s sharp intake of breath cut through their circle while Marcus’s perfectly controlled mask cracked further.
Part 2: The Thorne-Montgomery Merger
“Such a significant moment,” Marcus’s voice carried pure authority as he approached the signing table. “I must say, watching Victoria’s face twist at our alliance makes this even sweeter.”
Robert Montgomery’s features showed calculated satisfaction as he positioned the merger documents. Sophia’s sharp smile radiated victory while the gathered elite whispered about the Thorne-Montgomery empire’s rise.
“Impeccable timing,” Marcus’s tone held dangerous certainty. “Though I find our mysterious investor’s interest in tonight’s proceedings… particularly telling.”
“The thirty billion proceeds immediately after signing,” Robert’s words cut like ice while Sophia’s perfectly manicured nails tapped against her champagne glass.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the host’s aristocratic voice commanded attention. “We gather to witness the Thorne-Montgomery merger signing. Mr. Marcus Thorne, Mr. Robert Montgomery, please approach the stage.”
Marcus’s features showed pure triumph as he ascended the steps, Robert’s calculated presence following with practiced authority. The gathered elite fell silent, champagne glasses frozen mid-toast.
“A historic moment,” the host’s tone carried silk-wrapped power. “The creation of London’s newest financial empire.”
Liv’s burning ice never wavered as she watched her ex-fiancé position himself at the signing table. Sophia’s sharp smile promised victory while her father arranged the documents with lethal precision.
“The future of finance,” Marcus’s words carried dangerous certainty. “Though I find our mysterious investor’s imminent reveal adds particular weight to tonight’s proceedings.”
The orchestra’s crescendo filled the grand ballroom as Marcus lifted the fountain pen. His features showed pure satisfaction while Robert Montgomery’s calculated smile promised victory.
“With this signature,” Marcus’s voice carried dangerous authority over the swelling violins. “The Thorne-Montgomery empire begins.”
The gathered elite held their collective breath as ink met paper. Sophia’s sharp smile turned triumphant while her father’s perfectly controlled mask showed lethal certainty.
“Perfect,” Robert’s tone held silk-wrapped power as he added his signature. “Though I find our mysterious investor’s silence during this moment… particularly telling.”
Liv’s burning ice never wavered as she watched the orchestra’s final notes fade. The signed merger documents lay innocently on the table, each signature a carefully crafted step toward their own destruction.
The ballroom plunged into perfect darkness. The orchestra’s final note cut short as gasps rippled through London’s gathered elite.
“A momentary disruption,” Marcus’s voice carried silk-wrapped tension through the shadows. “Security will-“
“I find darkness reveals such fascinating truths,” Liv’s burning ice tone floated through the blackness. “The perfect moment to discuss your mysterious investor’s identity.”
Emergency lights cast blood-red shadows across the signing table. Sophia’s sharp intake of breath cut through the darkness while Robert Montgomery’s calculated composure showed the first cracks of concern.
“Though watching you process exactly what you’ve just signed makes this theatrical timing…” Sebastian’s aristocratic words promised destruction. “Particularly satisfying.”
Through perfect darkness, shadows moved with lethal precision behind the stage. The gathered elite shifted nervously while security’s earpieces crackled with silent commands.
“Such interesting movements,” Liv’s burning ice voice floated through the darkness. “Your security team’s particular coordination with our operation… priceless.”
Marcus’s features showed dangerous calculation as he tracked the hidden figures. “What operation-“
“Listen carefully, darling,” her tone held silk-wrapped power. “The sound of your empire’s foundations shifting.”
Sophia’s perfectly manicured nails dug into the signing table while Robert Montgomery’s calculated mask cracked further at each whispered movement.
The orchestra’s thunderous crescendo shattered the darkness like breaking glass. Behind the signing table, spotlights blazed to life, casting a single silhouette into sharp relief.
“A perfect entrance,” Liv’s burning ice voice carried lethal satisfaction. “Though maybe a bit… dramatic.”
Marcus’s features froze as the backlit figure stepped forward. Sophia’s sharp intake of breath cut through the orchestral thunder while Robert Montgomery’s calculated mask shattered completely.
“Impossible,” Marcus’s tone held desperate denial as recognition dawned. “This can’t be-“
The spotlights shifted, bathing the stage in pure clarity as Raj Sinclair’s commanding presence materialized at its center.
His posture carried lethal authority while his perfectly tailored suit screamed old money power.
“Good evening,” his voice cut through the orchestral fade. “Hello Robert.”
Marcus’s face drained of color while Sophia’s sharp nails froze against the signing table. Robert Montgomery’s calculated mask crumbled as thirty years of Sinclair dynasty power stood before him.
“Dad,” Liv’s burning ice tone held silk-wrapped satisfaction. “Your timing is absolutely perfect.”
“Raj,” Robert Montgomery’s voice carried decades of rivalry as he stared at the Sinclair patriarch. His calculated mask shattered completely as his gaze shifted to Liv. “This… she can’t possibly be…”
“My daughter?” Raj’s aristocratic tone held lethal satisfaction. “Your disbelief speaks volumes, Robert.”
Liv’s burning ice smile never wavered as she stepped into the spotlight beside her father.
“Surprising, isn’t it?” Raj’s aristocratic tone held lethal satisfaction. “Your confusion suggests you’ve missed quite a story, Robert.”
Liv’s burning ice smile never wavered as she stepped into the spotlight beside her father. Her presence radiating pure Sinclair power.
“I must say, discovering my daughter’s rather creative career choices has made this evening…” Raj’s features showed dangerous pride. “Particularly entertaining.”
“Watching London’s elite process exactly how thoroughly they underestimated Olivia Sinclair makes this moment…” Raj’s features showed dangerous pride. “Especially priceless.”
“SHE IS A NOBODY! A delivery girl,” Marcus’s voice turned purely venomous. “A low peasant, playing at power in borrowed finery.”
Liv’s Sinclair power radiated through her presence. “Your memory seems rather selective, Marcus.”
“I made you,” his features showed dangerous arrogance. “A nobody who delivered coffee until I-“
“Built your empire using my financial strategies?” Liv’s tone held lethal precision while Raj’s aristocratic presence grew darker. “Your particular version of history needs correction.”
“The algorithms that built Thorne Capital,” Sebastian’s words promised destruction. “Every calculation, every market prediction…”
“All mine,” Liv’s burning ice never wavered. “Your borrowed success ends tonight.”
Part 3: Devastation
“Your empire,” Marcus’s voice turned purely lethal. “Builds on coffee runs and borrowed dresses.”
Raj’s aristocratic features darkened at the insult while London’s elite shifted nervously. The gathered power players sensing the approaching storm.
“Fascinating delusion,” Liv’s burning ice smile never wavered. “Your particular need to rewrite history speaks volumes about your insecurity.”
“The algorithms,” Marcus’s tone held desperate arrogance. “The strategy-“
“My creation,” Liv’s words promised destruction. “Every market prediction, every financial innovation that built your precious empire…”
“Impossible,” Sophia’s sharp voice cut through the tension. “A delivery girl couldn’t possibly-“
“Perhaps,” Sebastian’s aristocratic presence materialized beside Liv, “we should demonstrate exactly how thoroughly my fiancée orchestrated your downfall.”
“She? A delivery girl? Orchestrate my donwnfall?” Marcus’s voice dripped pure venom. “How pathetic, Sebastian.”
“A nobody,” Sophia Montgomery’s sharp tone joined the attack. “Playing dress-up in Sinclair’s name.”
Liv’s burning ice smile remained unshaken as London’s elite watched the drama unfold.
“Your desperate attempts at humiliation,” her words carried lethal precision, “such insecurity.”
“The algorithms that built my empire,” Marcus’s features showed dangerous arrogance. “They are MY crea-“
“Derivatives,” Liv’s voice cut like steel. “Harvard thesis, 2022. Published under Olivia Sinclair while you were still learning basic market trends.”
“The Singapore strategy,” Sophia’s perfectly manicured nails gripped her champagne glass. “Marcus developed-“
“My Oxford doctorate,” Liv’s burning ice never wavered. “Published in the Financial Times from where Marcus was copying my notes.”
“Sandex Global,” Robert Montgomery’s voice carried desperate authority. “The thirty billion investment comes from-“
“A shell corporation,” Liv’s burning ice smile turned lethal. “Created by Sinclair Global Finance specifically for tonight’s proceedings.”
Marcus’s features showed pure shock while Sophia’s perfectly manicured nails froze against her champagne glass.
The gathered elite whispered as another piece of their carefully constructed illusion shattered.
“Your mysterious investor,” Raj’s aristocratic tone held dangerous satisfaction. “Exists solely on paper. Much like your empire’s claimed innovations.”
“The Sandex deal is signed,” Marcus’s words carried silk-wrapped panic. “The thirty billion-“
“Sealed? The 30 Billion Dollar will go right to the Sinclair-Blackwood alliance,” Sebastian’s voice promised destruction. “The Sandex deal is off the table for you. Your Thorne-Montgomery merger is bankrupt.”
“Bankruptcy?” Robert Montgomery’s voice carried silk-wrapped denial. “The Montgomery Group’s financial position remains-“
“Done for,” Liv’s burning ice smile never wavered. “Your losses created rather specific vulnerabilities.”
“Our accounts-” Robert’s features showed dangerous calculation while Sophia’s sharp intake of breath cut through the tension.
“Show exactly why you needed the Sandex investment,” Raj’s aristocratic tone held lethal satisfaction. “Your particular desperation made this evening’s trap rather… inevitable.”
“The quarterly reports,” Marcus’s words carried pure panic as realization dawned. “You couldn’t have accessed-“
“Every hidden debt,” Sebastian’s voice promised destruction. “Every concealed loss that drove you into our carefully crafted web.”
“Your investment calculations,” Raj’s aristocratic voice carried pure silk. “Rather ambitious, Robert. Leveraging every Montgomery asset for this merger.”
Robert’s features showed dangerous pride while Sophia’s sharp nails tapped nervously against her champagne glass. “The risk matches the reward-“
“Eighteen billion in hidden debt,” Liv’s burning ice smile never wavered. “No remaining Cash to pay the interest. Your desperation to secure the Sandex funding shows-“
“Our assets cover-” Robert’s words carried careful calculation.
“Nothing,” Raj’s tone held lethal satisfaction. “You even mortgaged your Singapore properties at triple their value. A fascinating gamble with all your investor’s fortunes.”
“The market projections-” Marcus’s voice cracked as another piece of their empire crumbled.
“Show exactly why Victoria left your advisory board,” Sebastian’s words promised destruction. “Your creative accounting couldn’t hide the truth forever.”
The grand ballroom’s gilded doors burst open as London’s Metropolitan Police Financial Crimes Unit flooded the space. Their perfectly timed entrance cutting through the gathered elite’s whispers.
“Rather dramatic timing,” Liv’s burning ice smile never wavered. “Your particular financial innovations attracted significant attention, Marcus.”
Robert Montgomery’s features showed pure panic while Sophia’s sharp nails dug crescents into her palms. The police commander’s authoritative presence approached the stage with lethal precision.
“The evidence,” Sebastian’s aristocratic voice carried dangerous satisfaction. “Proves most compelling.”
“Your creative accounting,” Raj’s tone held silk-wrapped power. “Eight billion in fraudulent assets. The Singapore properties’ triple valuation. Each detail documented with… particular thoroughness.”
Marcus’s desperate gaze searched for escape routes as handcuffs gleamed under crystal chandeliers.
“Marcus Thorne, Robert Montgomery,” the commander’s voice carried pure authority. “You’re under arrest for financial fraud, market manipulation, and criminal misappropriation of assets.”
Liv’s burning ice smile remained perfectly controlled as handcuffs clicked into place. The gathered elite watching London’s newest “empire” crumble under crystal chandeliers.
“This is absurd,” Marcus’s features showed desperate calculation while officers secured his wrists. “The merger agreement-“
“Details your particular method of fraud quite thoroughly,” Sebastian’s aristocratic tone held dangerous satisfaction. “Each falsified document preserved for evidence.”
“Sophia Montgomery,” another officer approached with lethal precision. “Your involvement in the Singapore property valuations requires discussion.”
“The perfect finale,” Raj’s voice carried silk-wrapped power as London’s elite processed their devastating fall. “Your empire ends not with a bang, but with handcuffs.”
Then the room fell into absolute darkness again.
