Chapter 8 - The Boardroom Trap
The executive boardroom on the fiftieth floor of Mercer Global offered a breathtaking panoramic view of the city skyline.
Seated around the massive mahogany table were twenty senior board members, legal advisors, and corporate investors. At the head of the table sat Victoria Mercer, wearing a striking red designer suit, flanked by Dr. Richard Hale and her chief legal counsel.
Hannah stood near the back corner of the boardroom wearing her pristine maid uniform, holding a tray of water glasses for the executives.
Victoria cleared her throat loudly, tapping her pen against the microphone.
“Ladies and gentlemen of the board,” Victoria announced, her voice filled with practiced sorrow. “It is with a heavy heart that I present the final medical assessment for my stepson, Grant Mercer.”
Dr. Hale stood up, stepping over to the projection screen displaying forged neurological brain scans.
“As Grant’s chief physician for five years, I must officially confirm that his optic nerve atrophy is irreversible,” Dr. Hale stated smoothly. “He is completely, permanently blind and mentally fatigued. He is no longer capable of executing his duties as Chief Executive Officer.”
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Nodding in agreement, the board members began murmuring among themselves.
👉 Victoria raised a legal document, holding a gold fountain pen in her hand. “Therefore, under corporate clause 4B, I move to transfer full voting control to myself.”
