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The heavy mahogany doors of the penthouse master suite seemed to hum with the tension vibrating between Vincent and Sloan. / Chapter 17 / 30

Chapter 17 - The Boardroom Showdown

By 2:00 PM that afternoon, an emergency board meeting had been convened at Hale Holdings.

Eleanor Vance sat at the head of the mahogany table, looking radiantly confident, flanked by three senior directors who had spent the morning whispering about Vincent’s imminent downfall.

The double doors swung open.

Vincent walked in. He wasn't alone.

Sloan walked right beside him, wearing a sharp, tailored ivory blazer and black trousers, her posture absolute, unyielding, and radiating the quiet elegance of a woman who knew she had already won.

Eleanor frowned, standing up slightly from her chair. “What is she doing here? This is a closed corporate executive session.”

“Sit down, Mother,” Vincent said smoothly, taking his seat at the center of the table while Sloan took the seat directly to his right.

“You have no right to bring an outsider into—"

“She’s not an outsider,” Vincent interrupted, sliding a single, freshly stamped federal document across the mahogany surface toward his mother. “She’s the majority stakeholder of the Meridian Capital portfolio.”

Eleanor’s eyes scanned the document. As her gaze hit the official Department of Justice stamp confirming the total dissolution of the Carter estate debt and the simultaneous transfer of Meridian’s remaining corporate assets, the color drained completely from her face.

“This... this is impossible,” Eleanor stammered, her hands trembling slightly against the wood. “The probate challenge... the liens—”

“Were based on a dissolved debt that no longer legally exists in the United States,” Vincent stated, his voice dropping into a cold, lethal register. “Which means your legal petition is null, void, and entirely frivolous.”

One of the loyalist directors nervously cleared his throat. “Eleanor... did you not verify the status of the creditor before filing?”

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Eleanor shot the director a murderous glare before turning back to her son. “You manipulated the federal receiver—”

“I utilized standard corporate acquisition protocol,” Vincent corrected sharply, leaning forward, resting his forearms on the table. “And now, Mother, we’re going to discuss your position on this board.”

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