Chapter 8 - THE BOARDROOM SHOWDOWN
The Mercer Industries high-rise in downtown Boston was buzzing with anticipation. In the glass-walled boardroom on the 50th floor, Nolan stood at the head of the table, smiling sympathetically at the gathered directors.
"It breaks my heart, truly," Nolan was saying, resting his hands on the mahogany table. "But Adrian is no longer fit to lead. His grief has consumed him. I propose we proceed with the vote to transfer executive control."
"I think we can hold off on that vote," a voice boomed.
The heavy doors swung open. Adrian strode in, his suit soaked from the rain, his eyes burning with a terrifying clarity. Behind him stood two federal agents, and behind them, holding a small USB drive, was Hannah.
Nolan’s face drained of color. "Adrian. What is the meaning of this? Who let her in?"
"I did," Adrian said, slamming David’s ledger onto the table. "I have the burner phone, Nolan. I have the audio recordings of you paying David Reed to cut the brakes on my wife’s car. I have the offshore accounts where you've been funneling Mercer money."
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The boardroom erupted into chaos. Directors scrambled to their feet.
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