Chapter 14
Meredith looked down at the manila folder, then up at Victoria’s triumphant smirk. For a brief moment, the ghosts of her childhood flashed before her eyes—memories of a quiet, sheltered life built on foundations she had always trusted blindly. But sentimentality was a luxury she couldn't afford.
"You think a stack of forged papers from thirty years ago is going to unseat me, Victoria?" Meredith asked softly, a dangerous edge creeping into her tone.
"They aren't forged, and you know it," Victoria challenged, stepping closer. "You can fight me in court, Meredith, but your precious company will bleed out while we do. Or... we can make a deal."
"What kind of deal?" Graham interjected, eyeing Victoria warily.
"Simple," Victoria said, crossing her arms. "Meredith steps down as CEO immediately, transfers forty percent of her personal equity to my offshore holding company, and leaves Denver by midnight. In exchange, I let her keep her penthouse and her clothes. Just like she did to Ethan."
A murmur rippled through the board. Victoria was playing psychological warfare, using Meredith’s own ruthless tactics right back against her.
Meredith stared at her long-lost sister, watching the way her jaw clenched, the way her eyes scanned the room for signs of weakness. And then, Meredith smiled—a slow, chilling expression that made Victoria’s confident facade falter for a fraction of a second.
"You've studied me, Victoria," Meredith said quietly. "You researched my habits, my company, my hostile takeover of Ethan. But you made one critical mistake."
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"And what's that?" Victoria scoffed, regaining her composure.
"You assumed I didn't already know you were coming."
