Chapter 4 - The Hostile Takeover
At 8:00 AM sharp the next morning, the Sterling Apex boardroom was a scene of utter carnage. Richard was screaming into his phone, demanding emergency credit lines, while Eleanor paced like a caged animal, her gala makeup smeared into dark bruises under her eyes. Vance sat in the corner, staring blankly at the floor. Cleo, his supposed "soulmate," was nowhere to be found now that his bank accounts were frozen.
The heavy glass doors swung open. I walked in wearing a tailored white Saint Laurent suit, flanked by federal agents and Vanguard's lead acquisitions attorney.
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"Get out!" Richard roared, his face turning a dangerous shade of purple. "This is a private board meeting!"
I tossed a thick, authenticated legal dossier onto the mahogany table. "Actually, Richard, it’s a foreclosure. I bought your remaining debt at 4 AM. I own this building, this company, and the chair you're currently sweating in."
