Chapter 8
The room exploded into frantic whispers as the board members exchanged terrified looks across the table.
Richard’s face drained of color as he gripped the edge of the mahogany table to steady himself.
"You have no proof of insider trading," Richard stammered, his confident facade cracking down the middle.
Victoria motioned to Arthur, who opened a leather briefcase and pulled out a stack of red-labeled folders.
He distributed the folders to every board member seated around the long table.
"Inside these folders are the wire transfer receipts from Richard's shell company in Delaware," Arthur announced.
"He siphoned eighty million dollars from the employee pension fund to cover Marcus's gambling debts in Las Vegas."
A senior board member slammed his folder shut, glaring at Richard with pure disgust.
"You stole from our pension fund, Richard?!" the board member roared, standing up from his chair.
"We trusted you to manage the trust after old man Vance died!"
"I was trying to protect the family name!" Richard yelled back, his voice cracking with desperation.
Victoria stood up from her leather chair, smoothing her emerald green evening gown with deliberate calm.
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"The family name died the moment you and your son decided to treat this firm like a personal piggy bank," Victoria declared.
"The board will now vote on the immediate termination of Richard Vance's executive contract."
