“Either you vote to suspend Grant Holloway from his duties as CEO immediately, or we execute the liquidation clause.”

“The market opens in less than sixteen hours.”

Vanessa walked over to Grant’s side, whispering something in his ear.

Her eyes darted to me, filled with a cold, sharp anger.

Grant listened, his face pale, but his expression remained stubborn.

He looked at the tablet in his hand, which began to chime with a series of urgent alerts.

The Cayman transfer was stalling.

The legal block Margaret had put in place was starting to work.

Grant looked up, his eyes locking onto mine with a sudden, calculating intensity.

He realized the board was turning against him.

He needed the trust assets to keep his personal creditors from swallowing him alive.

Without the fifty million, his personal debts would crush his lifestyle within weeks.

He leaned forward, his hands resting on the edge of the obsidian table.

“Let’s step into my office,” Grant said, his voice suddenly quiet and smooth.

“Just the two of us.”

“We can resolve this without ruining the company.”

“There is nothing to resolve,” I said.