Chapter 3 - The Boardroom
Sienna’s smile faltered for a fraction of a second.
Graham quickly pulled out a chair for me.
"Sienna is our Director of Private Acquisitions," Graham explained nervously. "She handles all family trust integrations."
"I know exactly what she handles," I said, sitting down.
Graham's father, Richard Whitlock, cleared his throat.
"Vivian, we have some documents to simplify your holdings. Just a few signatures to bring your assets under the Whitlock umbrella."
He pushed a thick stack of papers across the mahogany table.
I didn't look at them.
Instead, I looked at my watch.
"We are missing a few people," I said.
Graham frowned. "Who?"
The heavy double doors of the conference room opened.
Three men in sharp, conservative suits walked in.
Richard Whitlock stood up, his face draining of color.
He recognized them immediately.
They were the senior trustees of the Mercer Maritime Trust.
Behind them walked two federal agents from the SEC.
And finally, my own attorney, holding a thick black briefcase.
"What is the meaning of this?" Richard demanded.
Graham looked at me, panic finally breaking through his arrogant facade.
"Vivian?"
I stood up.
I reached into my designer bag and pulled out a stack of printed emails and the notarized contract between Graham and Sienna.
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I tossed them onto the center of the table.
"The meaning," I said perfectly calmly, "is that the acquisition is canceled."
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