Chapter 8 - THE TRAP IS SET
The Ritz-Carlton ballroom looked vastly different in the stark light of day. The glittering chandeliers were unlit, the champagne towers replaced by rows of severe, black chairs facing a massive stage. The room was packed with shareholders, reporters, and the entire board of directors.
I stood backstage, listening to the murmur of the crowd. Through the curtain, I saw Gregory Ashworth arrive. He strode down the center aisle like a conquering hero, flanked by three aggressive-looking executives from Vanguard Holdings. He was wearing a bespoke suit, looking completely recovered from his humiliating exit weeks prior.
Richard Hayes, our treacherous board member, caught Gregory’s eye and gave a subtle, affirming nod.
"They're ready to strike," Marcus whispered beside me. "Vanguard's lawyers have the paperwork drafted to force a board vote."
"Let's give them a show," I replied, smoothing the lapels of my white blazer.
I walked out onto the stage. The room quieted, though a low buzz of hostility emanated from Gregory’s section. I stepped up to the podium and adjusted the microphone.
"Welcome, shareholders," I began, my voice echoing in the cavernous room. "We are here to discuss the future of this company. I am aware of the rumors, the hostile takeover attempts, and the public smear campaign orchestrated by our former CEO."
"You have no right to lead this company!" Gregory shouted, standing up from the front row, playing directly to the press section. Cameras flashed wildly. "You are running this firm into the ground! We have the votes to prove it. I move for an immediate vote of no confidence in Eleanor Monroe, backed by Vanguard Holdings and a coalition of minority shareholders!"
Richard Hayes stood up. "I second the motion. The board cannot support a CEO who rules through fear and financial illiteracy."
Gasps rippled through the audience. Gregory smirked, looking at me as if I were a bug he was about to crush beneath his expensive shoe. He thought he had me cornered.
I didn't flinch. I leaned into the microphone.
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"I acknowledge the motion," I said smoothly. "However, before we proceed to a vote, I have an amendment to the agenda. I would like to direct your attention to the screens behind me."
The massive projectors hummed to life.
