“The committee cleared me,” I finished. “But the intent remains. My mother tried to stop me from saving my father’s life to protect her own ego.”
I leaned forward, placing my hands flat on the mahogany wood. I owned the room. I owned them.
“As the majority shareholder, I am bringing a motion to the floor,” I stated, the words tasting like sweet, cold steel on my tongue. “Effective immediately, Evelyn Jordan is terminated from her position as Chief Financial Officer for gross moral turpitude and breach of fiduciary trust. Furthermore, Natalie Jordan-Pearson is hereby stripped of her Vice Presidency. She will be offered a demotion to a regional sales position, or she can accept a standard severance package. She has forty-eight hours to decide.”
The room was spinning for them. My mother was openly weeping, her carefully constructed facade shattered into a million irreparable pieces. Natalie was staring at the wall, catatonic.
