The midnight deadline loomed. I looked at Sarah Kincaid, her ambition shining in her eyes. The chance to remove Arthur, to secure my own place. It felt like the only way out.
I signed Kincaid’s emergency asset authorization.
She wasted no time. Within hours, the corporate sale was executed. Reynolds Global was stripped bare, its core operational divisions sold off.
Four thousand employees received termination notices by sunrise. The human cost was immediate, brutal.
Arthur was ousted in disgrace, his name sullied. A hollow victory, I soon realized.
Kincaid, true to her opportunistic nature, immediately turned on me. Legal loopholes in the asset deal rendered my voting shares completely worthless. The executive seat she promised evaporated.
I had destroyed both my father and Evelyn’s legacy for a hollow corporate promise. The weight of my decision settled on me, a heavy, suffocating blanket of regret.
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