Chapter 7 - Confronting The Deceptive Board Members
The next morning, the glass-walled executive boardroom of Stanford Development felt colder than a subterranean vault.
Corbin sat at the head of the long oak table, staring coldly at his uncle Richard and the three senior vice presidents.
“Uncle Richard, let’s talk about Julian Prescott and the seismic dampening patent our company has been profiting from for years,” Corbin began flatly.
Richard dropped his silver pen onto the table, his face turning an alarming shade of crimson as the room fell dead silent.
“Where on earth did you hear that name? I thought we purged those useless engineering files from the system years ago,” Richard snapped defensively.
“Useless? That patent generated over forty million dollars in profit last year alone, while Julian’s widow can’t even afford baby formula,” Corbin snarled.
Vice President Henderson shifted uncomfortably in his leather chair, trying to maintain an air of corporate indifference.
“Julian signed those rights over voluntarily before he passed away; it was all legally binding and approved by corporate counsel,” Henderson lied smoothly.
“Arthur Pendelton visited Lianna Prescott last night and stole her original copy of the unredacted contract at gunpoint—metaphorically speaking,” Corbin retorted.
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Richard slammed his fist against the polished wood table, standing up to tower over his nephew with trembling fury.
“You are risking the entire valuation of this corporation for a glorified maid who doesn't even know how the real world works!” Richard yelled.
