Chapter 5 - Plan B
Dad took us to his hotel suite.
From the safe, he removed one envelope.
My grandmother’s handwriting was on the front.
For Clara.
Inside was a letter written four years before she died.
If George pushes you to sell, ask why he borrowed against company assets without board approval.
I looked up.
“What?”
Dad said Grandma suspected George had used company guarantees for private investments.
“She never proved it.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“She asked me not to burden you until your shares activated.”
I laughed bitterly.
Everyone in my life seemed to believe silence was protection.
Rachel checked the company records remotely.
The moment my shares activated, an automatic independent audit had begun.
The sale on Monday would have buried certain liabilities inside the acquisition.
George needed the deal before the audit finished.
Then my phone buzzed.
Emergency board notice.
Attached were screenshots of messages supposedly sent by me.
Unstable messages.
Threats.
Accusations.
Claims that I would fire executives and “take over everything.”
I had written none of them.
The timestamps went back three weeks.
Dad stared.
“That’s Plan B.”
If the drugging failed, they would attack my credibility.
If I collapsed, I was medically unfit.
If I stayed awake, I was mentally unstable.
Either way, my vote became questionable.
Then Rachel called.
The audit had flagged a payment.
Forty-six million dollars.
Transferred from Reyes Medical Systems to a consulting company.
Owner:
George’s daughter.
May you like
My cousin Natalie.
Grandma’s warning changed the scale of everything. If George had been hiding unauthorized borrowing, the forged medical papers were not just about a sale. They were about preventing the first person with independent voting power from opening the books.
