Chapter 6 - The Emergency Boardroom ShowdownThe glass-walled executive boardroom on the top floor of Vance Global tower hummed with nervous tension. Twelve board directors sat around the polished obsidian table, whispering frantically among themselves.
The heavy double doors swung open with a dramatic bang.
Julian Vance strode into the room, looking like an executioner in a bespoke charcoal suit. Behind him walked Arthur, carrying a briefcase, and Sarah, looking radiant in an emerald maternity dress, her head held high.
"Julian!" stammered Marcus Thorne, the senior vice president and Eleanor’s primary corporate puppet, standing up abruptly. "This... this is highly irregular! Mrs. Vance is currently detained, yes, but until due process plays out, she remains the primary shareholder—"
"Sit down, Marcus," Julian commanded, his voice slicing through the room like a razor blade.
Julian didn't take the head seat immediately. Instead, he walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the sprawling metropolis, staring down at the city lights.
"For years," Julian began, turning slowly to face the board, "my stepmother ran this company like a personal fiefdom. She embezzled funds, she silenced whistleblowers, and last night, she attempted to murder my pregnant wife on live estate security cameras."
Murmurs erupted across the table. Marcus turned pale.
"That is a severe allegation—" Marcus tried to interject.
"Arthur, play the clip," Julian ordered.
With a click of a remote, the massive presentation screen behind the board lit up. The brutal, unforgiving footage of Eleanor shoving Sarah off the second-story balcony played in crystal-clear high definition for the entire executive board to witness. Several directors turned away, sickened. The audio of Eleanor’s venomous words echoed off the glass walls.
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"Now," Julian said quietly, stepping closer to the table and slamming his hands down onto the obsidian surface. "Let’s talk about complicity. Marcus Thorne, your signature is on three shell company transfers originating from the corporate offshore accounts to Eleanor's private Swiss portfolio. Do you want to explain that to the federal prosecutors waiting in the lobby, or should we skip straight to the perp walk?"
Marcus collapsed back into his chair, his lower lip trembling as the color drained entirely from his face.
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