My Father Fired Me From the Family Empire, but He Forgot One Crucial Detail
Previously: When Arthur Sterling publicly fired his daughter Natalie from the family empire, he thought he had won. But Natalie held a secret that would bring his entire legacy crumbling down.
The Boardroom Showdown
The emergency protocol Natalie activated was a legacy clause established by her late mother, Eleanor Sterling. It was designed to freeze all executive decision-making in the event of a hostile takeover or severe internal dispute. By morning, Arthur’s legal team had worked through the night, attempting to find a loophole to nullify the freeze. They drafted documents alleging Natalie was mentally unstable, hoping to strip her of her voting rights before the emergency board meeting convened.
When Natalie walked into the high-rise boardroom the next morning, she was met with a wall of hostility. Arthur was already seated at the head of the long mahogany table, surrounded by six of the city's most expensive corporate attorneys. His face was a mask of smug satisfaction. He believed he had successfully leveraged his relationships with the board members to override the protocol.
"You should have taken your severance and run, Natalie," Arthur sneered, leaning back in his chair. "The board is loyal to me. You have no cards left to play."
But Natalie remained calm. She sat down at the opposite end of the table, placing a manila folder in front of her. "I don't need cards, Dad. I have the truth."
Before Arthur could signal his lawyers to begin the proceedings, the heavy double doors of the boardroom swung open. Victoria entered, pale and visibly trembling, clutching a dusty leather-bound folder. The board members whispered among themselves as Victoria walked directly to the center of the room. She ignored her father's demanding glare and looked straight at Natalie, her eyes filled with tears.
"I found it," Victoria whispered, her voice shaking. "I found what he hid in the safe."
Arthur stood up, his chair scraping loudly against the hardwood floor. "Victoria, leave this room immediately! This is a private corporate matter."
But Victoria didn't move. She slammed the dusty folder onto the table, sliding it toward the board members. "It's over, Dad. We know what you did to Mom's will. And we know what really happened the night she died."
”And we know what really happened the night she died."