The market was freezing. Wall Street, a labyrinth of interconnected financial nerves, was seizing up. Reynolds Global faced a midnight deadline. A debt refinancing was due, and without a resolution, the company faced collapse.
Sarah Kincaid cornered me in a quiet corner of the conference center. Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper.
“Elena,” she began, her eyes glinting. “I’m offering you a private side-deal. Use your trust authority. Approve an emergency asset sale now.”
She paused, letting the words sink in. “I will personally guarantee Arthur Garcia is forced out. Permanently. And you, Elena, will have a permanent executive seat on the new board.”
It was a tempting offer. Power. Stability. And Arthur, finally gone. But at what cost to Evelyn’s legacy? To the company itself?
The clock ticked towards midnight. What would be your move?
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