Chapter 3 - THE BOARDROOM MASSACRE
Before the auditorium had even emptied, the trap sprang shut. My phone vibrated frantically in my pocket, mirroring the sudden panic spreading through the VIP section. Genevieve was screaming at the event coordinators, but her security detail was already swarming her with panicked faces.
Beatrice had not just raised two prodigies; she had raised two apex predators. Over the last three years, using a shell corporation and an algorithmic trading model Bennett had coded in his bedroom, they had systematically shorted Genevieve’s flagship tech conglomerate. Tonight was simply the kill shot.
As the boys accepted their medals on stage, a coordinated press release went live globally, exposing the fraudulent accounting keeping Genevieve’s empire afloat—the very same accounting that bought Benedict his unearned scores.
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“They are thirteen!” I whispered, horrified as I read the financial destruction on my screen.
“Genius doesn’t wait for puberty, Alistair,” Beatrice whispered back, stepping close enough for me to smell her expensive, unfamiliar perfume. “You married for an empire. I built one from the ashes you left me in.”
