Chapter 3: The Boardroom Coup
The shareholders' meeting was set for a Friday. Julian walked in, looking disheveled, his classic Italian suits wrinkled. He expected sympathy; he received iron-clad defiance.
The meeting room was cold. As Julian attempted to call for a vote of confidence, Elena stepped onto the dais. She wore a suit as sharp as the one Clara had worn at the restaurant. She pulled out a tablet and broadcasted the full, unedited files of the offshore transfers directly to the boardroom wall.
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"Mr. Thorne," Elena began, her voice steady, echoing off the mahogany walls. "You spoke of 'nothing' in our marriage. It turns out, that is exactly what your legacy is worth."
The board members, people who had kissed Julian's ring for a decade, turned their backs. The vote was unanimous. Julian was stripped of his CEO title, his board seat, and his proxy rights. As security escorted him out, he stopped beside Elena, his voice a low, venomous hiss. "You think you’ve won? You’re just a pawn in a game you don't understand."
