Part 12
As the detectives led Julian downstairs in handcuffs, the house fell into a profound, ringing silence once again.
Aunt Helen walked over to me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders in a tight embrace.
“You did beautifully, Myra,” she whispered. “Your grandmother would be so incredibly proud of your strength.”
“It’s not over yet, Aunt Helen,” I said, pulling back gently. “The corporate board is meeting at two o’clock to vote on an emergency replacement for the CEO position. With Patricia and Julian both detained, my father is going to try to claim the seat by default line of succession.”
“Richard doesn't have the spine to run that company,” Helen said with a sigh. “But he’ll do it if he thinks it’ll save his lifestyle.”
“Let’s make sure he doesn't get the chance,” I replied.
We left the mansion and drove straight to the Anderson Group corporate headquarters downtown.
The glass skyscraper towered over the financial district, a monument to the legacy my grandfather had built and my grandmother had protected.
When we arrived at the executive floor, the atmosphere was chaotic.
Secretaries were rushing around with stacks of papers, and the board members were huddled in whispered conversations inside the glass-walled conference room.
Through the glass, I could see my father.
He had cleaned himself up from the night before, wearing his finest suit, trying desperately to look like a leader as he spoke to a group of elderly shareholders.
He was pitching himself as the stable choice to steer the company through the scandal.
I pushed the heavy glass doors open and walked straight into the boardroom.
The conversation instantly ceased.
Every head turned to look at me, the girl who had single-handedly destroyed the family’s golden couple in less than twenty-four hours.
My father straightened his tie, putting on a paternal smile that sickened me.
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“Myra,” he said, stepping forward. “This is a private board meeting. I think it’s best if you wait outside. We are handling the family business now.”
“I am the family business, Dad,” I said loudly, walking straight to the head of the long conference table.
