Chapter 2 - The Groom Explains The Desperate Boardroom Ultimatum
The sunlit American estate garden remained locked in an absolute, suffocating silence.
The rows of white chairs facing the massive floral arch sat completely unoccupied by the stunned guests.
In the background, the large US flag hung proudly and steadily from the white mansion pillar.
Maya looked down at her light blue hospitality uniform, her navy blue apron rustling slightly as she breathed.
“You think a corporate hostile takeover can be solved by pulling a waitress down the aisle?” Maya whispered incredulously.
Julian’s strong jawline tightened as he gripped the armrests of his modern black wheelchair.
“My uncle orchestrated this entire medical delay to force me out of executive control by sundown,” Julian stated.
“And my presence at this altar is the only legal loophole that keeps the majority voting shares intact,” he added.
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The weight of corporate survival hung heavy in the warm afternoon air, pressing down on them both.
Julian’s desperate desperation transformed into a chilling, calculated resolve.
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