Chapter 4: The Corporate Execution
"You betrayed your own blood," Lydia whispered, clutching her chest as she scrolled through her banking app, seeing only zeros and red flags.
"Blood is a biological accident," Elena replied, picking up the resignation document and slowly tearing it in half, then into quarters. "Professionalism is a choice. You chose to treat this firm like a piggy bank. I chose to treat it like a weapon."
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The doors to the boardroom swung open. It wasn't the press—it was the auditors, their briefcases open, their faces stern. They didn't look at Richard. They looked at Elena, and they nodded. The hierarchy had shifted, and it was absolute.
"You have ten minutes to clear your desks," Elena said, her voice echoing in the vast, silent room. "After that, security will escort you from the building. I’ve already contacted the authorities regarding the tax discrepancies your signatures are currently tied to."
