leanor tried Sarah' s phone one more time. It went straight to voicemail. The prerecorded message,

being thrown out of that auditorium, where would she have gone? Who would have taken he

nternal contacts?" Eleanor asked, her gaze f

ress conference. He used a 'security threat' as a pretext. All executive-level access codes were changed. Key personnel loyal to you and Sarah h

eticulously planned coup, executed with military precision. Mark had been plotting this for months, maybe y

It wasn't to give her a break; it was to get her out of the way. The legal documents she' d signed, giving him and Sarah increasing ope

he breathed, the wo

the Vance Family Foundation, our primary philanthropic wing. He' s rerouting all capital into a new shel

was more important to her than any stock option. Mark was not just seizing power; he was erasing them. He was syste

ile an emergency injunction to freeze every single Vance Tech asset. Every account, every transaction, every contract. Nothing moves

that you no longer have that auth

f intent, not a legal abdication. I am still the CEO on record. Let him fight i

way, Mrs.

on a roll, giving interviews to every major outlet. One headline read: "Mark Johns

vanity project. Under my leadership, with my daughter Lily at my side, we wi

y. He was calling her life'

ouched down on the

grabbing her coat. The time for

for a pers