Chapter 4: The Boardroom Execution
The next morning, the board of directors of Thorne International gathered for their annual general meeting. Arthur walked in, radiating his usual confidence, prepared to announce his latest expansion plans. He didn’t notice Logan sitting in the back of the room, his laptop connected to the main projector.
As Arthur stood to speak, the screens behind him flickered to life.
Instead of profit margins, the room was suddenly filled with the text of the contract. The emails. The digital signatures. The proof of the payout to Seraphina.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Arthur began, then faltered as he turned to see the screen. His face turned an ashen grey.
Logan stood up, his voice echoing in the sudden, deafening silence of the boardroom. “My father has been planning to dissolve the Thorne empire,” Logan said, his voice steady. “But not through growth. Through the liquidation of his own family.”
Pandemonium broke out. Phones were grabbed, emergency exits were blocked, and the chairman of the board, a longtime friend of the family, looked at Arthur with visible revulsion.
May you like
Arthur, cornered, dropped the facade of the mourning husband. He sneered, a desperate, pathetic sound. “You think this matters? I built this! I can rebuild it! You’re nothing without me, Logan!”
“I’m the person who has the keys to the accounts, Dad,” Logan said, closing his laptop. “And the police are already waiting in the lobby. Your ‘empire’ just became your prison.”
