Chapter 4 - PANIC AT THE PENTHOUSE
The afternoon sun dipped behind the Manhattan skyline, casting long, dark shadows across the marble floors of the Sterling Global boardroom.
Carter sprinted out of the private executive elevator, his midnight blue suit disheveled and his dark hair messy from the frantic drive.
Three federal officers in dark suits were methodically packing hard drives and financial ledgers into heavy plastic crates.
At the end of the long mahogany conference table sat Eleanor, dressed in her charcoal grey trench coat, calmly sipping a cup of black coffee.
"What is the meaning of this, Eleanor?" Carter shouted, his voice echoing off the glass walls as security guards stood helplessly nearby.
"You told me to take my eighteen million and disappear, Carter," Eleanor replied smoothly, setting her teacup down with a soft click.
"So I took what was rightfully mine, along with the fifty-one percent controlling interest my grandfather left in my name."
Carter felt the blood drain completely from his face as he staggered back against the doorframe.
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"You don't own controlling stock!" Carter stammered, pointing a shaking finger at her. "My father held those voting rights!"
"Your father surrendered those rights three hours ago when he accepted a plea bargain with the Department of Justice," Eleanor revealed.
