Chapter 13 · free to read
No lawyers. No security. No witnesses. She had cleared the room the way you clear a room before you say something you cannot take back.
Sixty-one per cent of the group's voting stock. A board that had never once been given a reason. And a founder about to sign four hundred hotels' worth of leverage into their hands.
She did not want the truth told. She wanted the truth filed — quietly, internally, in a boardroom, and then the same doors opening on Monday under the same name with a better signature on the letterhead.
Two people wanted the same man destroyed, for opposite reasons, and only one of them wanted anybody to ever find out why.
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