Chapter 4: The Vote That Never Happened
Five minutes later, twelve directors crowded into the hotel’s private conference room.
Adrian took his usual seat at the head of the table.
I remained standing.
“That chair belongs to the acting CEO.”
“You haven’t removed me yet,” he replied.
Grace appeared on the wall screen from her office.
“The voting consent is valid.
This meeting will confirm Mr.
Vale’s suspension while the transfers are investigated.”
Adrian folded his arms.
“And who will investigate Eleanor?”
“I welcome it,” I said.
“Do you?”
“I have nothing to hide.”
Daniel placed the red folder before the directors.
“Then explain why my access was canceled after I questioned the retirement accounts.”
“You were insubordinate.”
“I asked where twenty-four million dollars had gone.”
“You accused your CEO without proof.”
Daniel slid the server report across the table.
“Your fingerprint is proof.”
Adrian did not touch it.
“Digital records can be altered.”
One director turned toward Vanessa.
“Did Mr.
Vale promise you company shares?”
“He said the papers would make me independent.”
“Did you know they carried Eleanor’s signature?”
“Not until tonight.”
Adrian struck the table with his palm.
“She is a liar trying to save herself.”
Vanessa flinched but stayed in her chair.
“You told me your wife was unstable and would soon lose control of the trust.”
The directors began whispering.
Margaret stood behind her son, one hand resting on his shoulder.
“She has been unstable,” Margaret said.
“Adrian has protected this company from her condition for years.”
I stared at her.
“What condition?”
Adrian opened his briefcase.
“The one your father was too ashamed to discuss publicly.”
Grace leaned toward her camera.
“Do not introduce private medical claims without evidence.”
“I have evidence.”
He set a sealed envelope on the table.
A court officer entered before anyone could open it.
“Eleanor Vale?”
I faced him.
“Yes.”
He handed me several pages.
“You have been served with a temporary order restricting the exercise of your voting rights pending a capacity hearing.”
Grace rose on the screen.
“On whose application?”
“Her husband’s.”
Adrian sat back in his chair.
“The board cannot accept her consent while that order stands.”
“This was filed yesterday,” Grace said.
“You planned this before the banquet.”
“I planned to protect the company.”
“You planned to humiliate me,” I said, “then have me declared incapable of fighting back.”
He tilted his head.
“Your interpretation proves why the order was necessary.”
I placed the papers on the table.
“What did you tell the court?”
“That you have suffered episodes of confusion since your father passed.”
Daniel stepped forward.
“That is false.”
Adrian looked at him.
“Were you living in our home?”
“No, but I saw Eleanor every working day.”
Margaret pushed the sealed envelope toward me.
“Open it.”
Inside was a medical affidavit signed by Dr.
Nathan Reed, our family physician.
It claimed I had forgotten meetings, mishandled trust decisions, and suffered emotional outbursts.
“I have not seen Dr.
Reed in fourteen months.”
“You refused treatment,” Adrian said.
Grace lifted a page toward her camera.
“The judge granted only a forty-eight-hour restriction.
We will challenge it tomorrow.”
“Until then,” Adrian said, “I remain CEO.”
He reached for the red folder, but Daniel pulled it away.
Adrian’s voice dropped.
“That belongs to me.”
“No,” Daniel replied.
“It belongs to the people whose savings disappeared.”
The court officer pointed to the final attachment.
“There is also a supporting declaration.”
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I turned the page.
The signature beneath it belonged to my father, dated two days before he died.
