Adrian was told it was to approve the final consolidation of his power as CEO.
He walked straight into it.
The day before the meeting I watched him on the news, standing confidently outside his mansion in a $5,000 suit, pretending to mourn his missing wife.
His arrogance made me sick.
Mateo handed me a black dress Friday morning.
“Get ready,” he said calmly.
“Today the ghost returns.”
“And we burn his kingdom down.”
Part 3: The Fall of the False King
The boardroom on the fortieth floor was filled with executives and shareholders.
Adrian stood confidently at the podium, presenting charts of fake profits on the massive screen behind him.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” he began smoothly, “the company’s future has never looked brighter…”
The heavy doors suddenly burst open.
Silence filled the room.
I walked in wearing the black dress that emphasized my pregnancy.
Mateo stood beside me.
Behind us were four federal financial crime agents.
Adrian’s glass of water slipped from his hand and shattered on the marble floor.
His face turned pale.
