Chapter 12 - WHAT “REMOVE” MEANT
For twenty minutes, nobody spoke above a whisper.
The EXIT folder contained schedules, medical notes, private emails, and edited video clips of Mary crying after her grandmother’s funeral.
Normal grief had been labeled “emotional instability.”
A panic attack had been labeled “acute psychiatric deterioration.”
A prescription for sleep medication had been highlighted in yellow.
“They were building a case,” Daniel said.
“For what?”
“Guardianship. Or temporary incapacity. Something that would let Ethan control your votes long enough to approve the sale.”
“What sale?”
Daniel opened the ACQUISITION folder.
A buyer had offered $4.6 billion for Caldwell Meridian’s logistics division.
Ethan planned to revive it after gaining voting control.
His personal payout, hidden through shell entities, would have exceeded $90 million.
All those “concerned” conversations about her stress.
All the times Ethan had told her to rest while he handled things.
“We found Robert.”
“Where?”
“Pier 17 parking garage. He called 911 from a maintenance phone.”
“Is he hurt?”
“Bruised. Angry. Refusing an ambulance.”
Mary almost laughed from relief.
“What?”
“Ethan isn’t with him.”
The federal agent received a message at the same time.
“Pier security camera caught Ethan leaving twelve minutes ago.”
“Where did he go?”
The agent turned the phone.
A grainy image showed Ethan climbing into a taxi.
“That’s the original drive bag.”
Daniel looked at the board clock.
6:41 a.m.
The emergency vote was scheduled for 8:00.
Arthur said, “He can’t win without the directors.”
“He doesn’t need all of them.”
“How many?”
“With Robert’s forged proxy and two compromised directors?”
“Three more.”
A man’s voice said, “Ms. Caldwell, I’m Director Paul Kenner.”
“I took Ethan’s money,” he said.
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Mary’s heart sank.
Then Paul whispered, “And I’m not the only one.”
