The following morning, Miranda Frost walked into Wesley’s office with a look of pure terror and a folder that felt like a death warrant in her hands. “The Lumina Trust has quietly purchased fifty-one percent of the voting shares of Rhodes Dynamics through a series of private transactions,” Miranda stammered.
She revealed that the new chairwoman of the board had called for an emergency meeting at four o’clock that very afternoon. Wesley arrived at the boardroom with a small army of lawyers, but he found Cassie already sitting at the head of the table surrounded by a team of federal auditors.
Cassie opened a thick file and began to list every single one of Wesley’s corporate crimes with a cold, surgical precision that left him speechless. She presented evidence of personal vacations charged to the company, illegal payments to offshore accounts, and the systematic use of corporate funds to pay for his divorce.
“These are nothing but fabricated lies designed to steal the company that I built with my own bare hands,” Wesley shouted, slamming his fist onto the table. “If you turn to page forty-seven, you will find the digital receipts and the intercepted emails where you ordered the suppression of my legal mail,” Cassie replied.
At exactly two minutes before five, Wesley was forced to sign his formal resignation in exchange for Cassie agreeing not to file immediate criminal charges against him. He walked out of the building completely alone, without a driver, without a bodyguard, and without a single person offering him a look of respect.
That evening, Cassie returned to the penthouse at Lexington Square, which was now legally registered in her name through the Lumina Trust. Donnie the doorman stood at full attention and opened the glass doors with a wide, genuine smile of welcome.
“It is a pleasure to have you back home, Miss Miller,” the old man said, dipping his head in a gesture of sincere loyalty. Upstairs, she found Wesley’s fiancée frantically packing her designer suitcases in the middle of the living room while a team of movers stood by.
Cassie calmly handed the woman a formal eviction notice and informed her that every company-issued credit card in her possession had already been deactivated. Wesley came charging into the room a few minutes later, looking disheveled and smelling of expensive bourbon.