Chapter 9
The drive to downtown Denver took thirty minutes. Meredith spent the time reviewing the financial dossiers Graham had sent to her secure tablet. She didn't shed a single tear. The mourning period for her marriage had ended months ago, on the night she had hired a private investigator and discovered not only Vanessa, but the gaping, bleeding hole Ethan was tearing into the company's finances.
Today wasn't about heartbreak. It was about surgery.
The Maybach pulled into the underground VIP parking of the Rowe Enterprises skyscraper. Graham Holt was waiting for her by the private elevator. He was a tall, distinguished man with silver hair and sharp, intelligent eyes.
"You look remarkably calm for a woman who just decapitated a corporate dynasty," Graham said, offering a small, respectful smile as she stepped out of the car.
"It was a swift execution, Graham. They hardly felt it," Meredith replied, adjusting the sapphire necklace. "How is the board?"
"Terrified," Graham noted, swiping his keycard to open the elevator doors. "Ethan's allies are trying to rally a defense, but with you holding sixty percent of the voting shares, it's merely performative."
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"Let them perform," Meredith said as the doors closed, the elevator shooting upward toward the eighty-fifth floor. "But by the time we leave that room, I want unanimous consent. I want Ethan erased from this company's history."
"It will be done," Graham assured her.
