I looked at Sarah Kincaid, then back at the gathered board members. The clock on the wall crept towards midnight. The silence in the room was deafening.
“No,” I stated, my voice echoing. “I reject your proposal, Ms. Kincaid.”
Her face stiffened.
“And to the board,” I continued, “I want to make it clear: Ms. Kincaid’s plan is to strip this company of its core assets. To liquidate, not to save.”
A ripple went through the room. Kincaid’s carefully constructed facade cracked.
My trust vote, Evelyn’s carefully designed poison pill, functioned exactly as intended. Without my authority to approve the liquidation, the credit rating agencies had no choice.
They froze the board’s borrowing powers. All aggressive corporate raiders, including Arthur’s syndicate, were brought to a complete standstill. No lawsuits were argued. No dramatic courtroom scenes. Just the quiet, relentless pressure of the financial system.
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