Chapter 8 - The Morning of Reckoning
At 7:50 AM, the headquarters of Vance-Landon Holdings was swarming with reporters, news cameras, and anxious board members.
Landon arrived in a rush, his tie untied and dark circles under his eyes after staying up all night trying to contact his lawyers.
None of his legal advisors had answered his calls.
Cleo walked beside him, wearing an expensive designer coat, looking around nervously as investors whispered in hushed tones.
"Don't worry, Landon," Cleo whispered, trying to reassure herself. "You built this company. They can't throw you out."
Landon burst into the executive boardroom, slamming his hands onto the polished oak table.
"What is the meaning of this?!" Landon bellowed at the assembled board. "Who authorized a freeze on my operational accounts?!"
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At the head of the table, a high-backed leather chair slowly rotated around.
👉 Who was sitting in the CEO's chair at the head of the boardroom?
