Chapter 5 - The Emergency BoardroomThe grand boardroom of Whitaker Medical Holdings smelled of polished walnut and high-stakes tension.
Twelve board members sat in absolute silence as Clara Whitaker placed a thick manila folder in the center of the mahogany table. At the head of the table sat Maren, her presence commanding the entire room without a single word spoken.
"Effective immediately," Clara announced, her voice carrying an effortless authority that commanded total silence, "Reed Whitaker's voting shares are forfeit under the corporate treason clauses established by founder Julian Whitaker."
A murmur rippled through the middle of the table. One of the senior vice presidents, Arthur Vance—a man Reed had appointed three years prior—cleared his throat nervously.
"Mrs. Whitaker... Clara," Vance corrected himself quickly, sweating under her intense stare. "While these allegations against Reed are severe, we cannot simply strip voting rights without a formal federal audit. The market will panic. Share prices will—"
Maren slid a single document across the polished wood toward him.
Vance glanced down. His eyes widened instantly.
It was a complete transaction ledger detailing three million dollars in unauthorized offshore transfers routed directly from company R&D accounts into Vance’s personal Swiss holdings—transfers signed off by Reed, and co-signed by Vance himself to cover up safety violations in their flagship medical device line.
Vance’s face turned the color of ash.
"You were his safety net inside the boardroom, Arthur," Maren said, her voice cutting through the heavy air like a scalpel. "Just like Celeste was his accomplice at home, and Reed was the executioner."
She leaned back in her chair, locking eyes with every terrified face around the table.
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"You have two choices," Maren continued smoothly. "You can vote unanimously to strip Reed of every title, asset, and subsidiary he ever touched, or I hand this entire file to the Department of Justice before the markets open in twenty minutes. Choose carefully."
It took less than forty seconds for every hand around the table to go up.
