Chapter 4 - The Boardroom Confrontation
Friday arrived with a heavy chill over Manhattan. The glass-walled boardroom on the 40th floor of Moretti Plaza was filled with senior executives, legal counsel, and board members. At the head of the polished mahogany table sat Julian Vance, looking confident as he prepared to finalize the restructuring agreement that would consolidate his stolen assets.
The double doors swung open.
Dominic walked in first, followed closely by Marco. But as the board members stood up to greet him, Dominic didn't take his seat at the head of the table. He pulled out the chair directly to his right and waited.
I walked into the room, dressed in a sharp black suit, carrying the leather binder containing the original trust decree and the unopened letters.
Julian Vance’s face turned pale, his pen slipping from his fingers. "Anna? What is the meaning of this? She was terminated on Monday for administrative redundancies."
"She was terminated because you were terrified, Julian," Dominic said, his voice echoing with absolute authority throughout the room.
Dominic threw the stack of unopened letters onto the middle of the table. "Eight years ago, Anna Carter flagged illegal manifest diversions in our Newark logistics hub. She sent these directly to my father. You intercepted them. You kept them hidden while you siphoned off thirty million dollars through subsidiary accounts."
Vance attempted to stand, his voice rising in panic. "This is absurd! She's a low-level clerk trying to extort the company!"
Dominic placed the gold-embossed trust decree directly in front of the board's chief legal counsel. "Read paragraph four out loud, counselor."
The lawyer adjusted his glasses, scanning the document before reading with a trembling voice: "'Upon the passing of Antonio Moretti, twenty percent of voting equity in Moretti Logistics transfers immediately to Anna Carter, designated heir to Arthur Carter, to be held in irrevocable trust.'"
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Silence blanketed the room. The executives stared at Vance, then at me.
"Julian Vance," Dominic declared calmly, "you are stripped of your title, your equity, and your authority effective immediately. Federal authorities and internal security are waiting downstairs."
