Chapter 8 - Freezing The Emergency Rescue Funds
The silence in the conference room was so heavy you could hear the faint hum of the air filtration system overhead.
Robert sank back into his leather chair, looking ten years older as the legacy he spent a lifetime building slipped through his fingers.
“Please, Emily... reconsider,” Robert pleaded quietly, his voice cracking with emotion. “Our creditors will force bankruptcy by Friday.”
“I am sorry, Robert. If Daniel had focused on honest management instead of covering up family excess, we might have saved it,” I said softly.
Daniel stood up abruptly, knocking his chair backward onto the carpet with a loud, jarring crash.
“You vindictive witch! You’re destroying my family and my company just because I didn't defend you over some stupid potatoes!” Daniel roared.
Security guards stationed outside the glass doors stepped inside immediately, placing their hands calmly on their utility belts.
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“Mr. Caldwell, please step away from the table or we will escort you from the building,” the lead security officer instructed firmly.
Daniel glared at me with pure venom, realizing that his arrogance had cost him everything he ever cared about.
