Chapter 3: The PR Nightmare
The room erupted in a low, dangerous hum. Julian tried to step toward the projector, but his own groomsmen—men who had been paid by his father to keep an eye on him—stepped in his way, their faces grim.
"You can't do this!" Julian yelled, his composure shattering. "I’ll have you sued into the stone age!"
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"With what money?" Elena asked, holding up a sleek tablet. "I’ve already moved the company’s assets into an irrevocable trust. You’re not the board chairman anymore, Julian. You’re just a man standing in a church with a record of corporate espionage."
The "secret" on the tape wasn't just a betrayal of her; it was a felony. It was proof of insider trading and industrial sabotage. It was the kind of evidence that didn't just ruin a career—it guaranteed a federal investigation.
