Chapter 3 - The Boardroom Ambush
At 7:50 AM, I stepped into the gleaming glass tower of Vance Logistics. I wore a sharp black maternity blazer, my dark brown hair pulled into a high ponytail, leaving no trace of the broken woman who had been forced onto the floor twelve hours ago.
When Warren and I pushed open the double doors of the executive boardroom, the entire table froze.
Loretta sat at the head of the table, wearing dark sunglasses to hide her bloodshot eyes. Derek sat beside her, wearing a neck brace from his collision with the trophy cabinet. Tessa stood near the corner, glaring with pure hatred.
"What is the meaning of this security breach?" Loretta slammed her gold pen down. "Camille has no legal standing in this company. Get out!"
I walked straight to the empty chair reserved for the primary landowner. "I have 100% standing, Loretta. As of midnight, the land lease for your main distribution center—the hub that generates 80% of your revenue—has expired."
Derek stood up, leaning heavily on the table. "You're lying! That lease is secured for ten years!"
"It was," Warren chimed in calmly, tossing a thick blue file onto the table. "Until your firm defaulted on tax payments, triggering a foreclosing clause. My company bought the debt and transferred the land title directly to Camille."
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Loretta turned pale. "You can't evict us!"
"I'm not evicting you yet," I said, leaning over the table, looking Derek directly in the eye. "I'm offering a full buyout. You surrender all your personal shares in Vance Logistics to me for $1 each, or I revoke the land usage rights immediately. By noon, your stock will crash to zero."
