“These are the signed proxies from the European investment bloc,” I said, placing them in front of Arthur. “And my own shares represent thirty-five percent.”

Arthur took the papers, his hand steady as he turned the pages.

“The signatures are verified,” Arthur announced, his voice echoing in the quiet room. “We have the necessary quorum and voting power.”

Samantha sank back into her chair, her face draining of color.

“Arthur, please,” she whispered. “There are protocols. We need a formal investigation.”

“We don’t have time for an investigation, Samantha,” Arthur said. “The company’s survival is at stake.”

He looked around the table, his eyes lingering on each board member.

“I move to terminate Preston Hayes for gross malfeasance and material breach of contract, thereby voiding all severance packages and golden parachute clauses,” Arthur said.

“I second the motion,” said Marcus, a board member sitting near the window.

“All those in favor,” Arthur said.

One by one, the hands around the table rose.

First Marcus, then the other three physical board members.

On the screen, the four digital tiles showed hands raised in unison.