Chapter 8 - Brandon Faces Boardroom Betrayal
Stripped of his jacket and tie, Brandon sat in a freezing holding room at the downtown police precinct.
The heavy steel door swung open, and his longtime business partner, Arthur Vance, walked in looking grim.
“Arthur! Thank God you're here! You have to bail me out and call our corporate lawyers!” Brandon blurted out desperately.
Arthur crossed his arms, staring down at Brandon with a look of absolute pity and contempt.
“I’m not here to help you, Brandon... I’m here to serve you notice that the board voted unanimously to fire you,” Arthur said.
“You can’t do that without my signature! I hold twenty-five percent of the voting stock!” Brandon shrieked in outrage.
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“Your stock was seized an hour ago by federal marshals to cover the embezzlement of the children's hospital fund,” Arthur corrected coldly.
Brandon slumped back in his metal chair, realizing he was completely destitute, friendless, and legally cornered.
