on the approvals, my office would own the restatement, and Jang’s shell companies would supply another villain.
He had designed a collapse with two women underneath it.
His wife.
And his sister.
Shiaoza pushed away from the table.
“You still think this meeting matters.”
He removed a document from his briefcase.
“I control the voting trust.”
The directors murmured.
“Fifty-one percent. Effective upon any incapacity of Eleanor Shiao. Her medical filing last month triggered it.”
He looked at me.
“You can call yourself CEO until midnight. Tomorrow, I replace the
