He blinked, his arrogant posture stiffening.

“Arden?” he said, his voice loud in the quiet room.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

He took a step forward, his brow furrowing in anger.

“This is a private board meeting.”

“Security,” he began, turning back toward the door.

“Sit down, Graham,” Elliot said quietly from his seat.

Graham turned to Elliot, his face reddening.

“Elliot, what is this?”

“Why is my wife sitting in my chair?”

Raymond stood up and tapped a document on the table.

“Actually, Mr. Vance, she is sitting in her own chair,” Raymond said.

“As of midnight, Mrs. Vance is the majority shareholder of Whitaker-Crane.”

Graham froze.

He stared at Raymond, then slowly turned his gaze back to me.

I opened my briefcase and pulled out the flash drive Bianca had given me.

I set it on the table directly in front of him.

The silver metal caught the light of the chandelier.

My phone on the table suddenly vibrated, the screen lighting up with a message from an unknown number.

I glanced down at the glass screen.