For eight months, I had reconstructed the records he ordered employees to delete. Adrian’s investment group quietly purchased the company’s distressed debt from the banks. Every time my father borrowed more to fund Vanessa’s reckless expansion, Adrian bought another piece of the chain tightening around them.
They thought I was choosing centerpieces.
I was mapping accounts.
Vanessa pushed through the guests and pointed a sharp finger at me. “You stole confidential information.”
“No,” I said. “I preserved evidence created while I was still employed, then submitted it through counsel after your audit committee ignored my complaint.”
“There is no audit committee,” she snapped.
Samuel’s eyes sharpened. “Exactly.”
A murmur moved through the ballroom.
My father tried to reclaim control. He raised his glass and addressed the investors. “This is a family dispute. Mercer remains profitable. Tomorrow, this nonsense will be reversed.”
One banker stepped forward. “Your loans were accelerated this morning.”
