Part 9
Daniel didn't move.
He didn't argue.
He didn't show fear.
He simply walked into the boardroom, took a seat at the opposite end of the long glass table, and placed a small silver flash drive directly onto the center of the glass.
The heavy metal clinked softly, the sound carrying an ominous weight.
The board members looked from the flash drive to Daniel, their confidence slightly wavering under his absolute calm.
“What is that?” one of the older board members, a man named Henderson, asked, his brow furrowing.
“That,” Daniel said, leaning back and crossing his legs, “is a fully sworn, video-recorded confession from Dr. Leonard Evans.”
The smile on Margaret’s face didn't disappear, but it froze.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, her fingers tightening around her gold pen.
“Dr. Evans is a disgruntled employee who has been caught embezzling funds from the family foundation,” Margaret said quickly, her voice sharp.
“His words have zero legal value. He’s trying to save himself.”
“He is trying to save himself,” Daniel agreed smoothly.
“Which is why he gave us the physical ledger logs. The ones showing your personal signatures on the cash withdrawals. The ones matching the exact dates Ava was administered the paralytic solution.”
Daniel tapped his phone, and a massive projection screen at the front of the room came to life.
It didn't show financial documents.
It showed a live feed of a federal police station.
Arthur was standing in the frame, flanked by two federal prosecutors and the district attorney.
“Margaret,” Arthur’s voice echoed through the boardroom speakers.
“The District Attorney has just signed a grand jury indictment for corporate fraud, wire fraud, attempted conspiracy to commit murder, and aggravated assault. The arrest warrant was issued four minutes ago.”
The board members gasped, two of them instantly sliding their chairs away from Margaret as if she had suddenly become radioactive.
“This is a lie! A setup!” Margaret shouted, standing up, her pristine cream suit wrinkling as her composure shattered completely.
“Henderson! Tell him! You know me! I would never do this!”
Henderson didn't look at her.
He looked down at his hands, his face pale.
“Daniel,” Henderson stammered.
“We… we didn't know the extent of this. She told us you were covering up a medical malpractice suit involving your wife. She said she was trying to protect the company from a massive lawsuit.”
“I know what she told you,” Daniel said, his voice cold as a winter grave.
“And if you want to avoid being listed as co-conspirators in a federal indictment, you have exactly thirty seconds to vote for the immediate, permanent removal of Margaret Vance from all corporate entities, trusts, and properties associated with the Vance name.”
“You can’t do this to me!” Margaret screamed, her voice echoing down the hall.
The polished, elite Connecticut socialite was completely gone.
In her place was a desperate, cornered criminal, her eyes wild with rage.
The board members didn't hesitate.
One by one, their hands went up into the air.
“Unanimous,” Daniel said, standing up.
May you like
He looked at his mother, his face showing nothing but absolute detachment.
“The police are in the lobby, Mother. I suggest you go down and meet them. It looks much better for the cameras if you walk out on your own two feet rather than being dragged out in handcuffs.”
