Chapter 9 - The Account Settled
Meredith listened quietly as her father and sister wept in her office. Five years ago, a scene like this would have broken her heart. Today, she felt only a calm, unshakeable sense of justice.
"Do you remember three years ago, Dad?" Meredith asked softly, her voice cool and steady. "When I caught pneumonia and asked for a two-week advance on my salary so I could pay for my medicine and rent?"
Richard winced as if he had been slapped.
"You told me that 'weakness isn't rewarded in this family,'" Meredith continued. "You told me to work harder or starve. When Allison wanted a brand-new sports car for her twenty-first birthday, you wrote a check using my grandfather's trust fund."
"I was wrong, Meredith!" Richard cried out, dropping to his knees once again on the plush carpet. "I was blind! I was manipulated by the market! I'll give you full control of the company! Just save the house! Don't throw your mother and me out onto the street!"
"You don't have a company to give me, Dad," Meredith said calmly, sliding a stack of legal papers across the granite desk. "I bought Campbell Logistics at eight o'clock this morning. You are no longer the CEO. You are no longer on the board."
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Allison gasped, her eyes wide with terror. "Meredith... you're ruining our family!"
"No, Allison," Meredith corrected her, looking her straight in the eyes. "I am saving my grandfather's legacy from the people who destroyed it. The family mansion will be sold at public auction next week. The proceeds will go directly into the employee pension fund that Dad stole from."
