PART 2: THE BOARDROOM SHOCK
Less than two hours after the disastrous scene at the altar, Adrian and his mother arrived at the corporate headquarters of Halcyon Hotels.
They were expecting a routine emergency briefing regarding their pending merger, entirely unaware of the storm brewing on the executive floor.
Adrian adjusted his tie in the mirror, still harboring the delusion that I would come crawling back to him with tears of apology once I cooled down.
Celeste sneered as the elevator doors opened, whispering, “When that girl returns, Adrian, make sure she signs the share transfers immediately.”
They strutted into the grand boardroom with complete confidence, only to freeze dead in their tracks at the sight before them.
The entire board of directors was assembled, surrounding my father, Julian Ward, who sat at the head of the polished conference table with a cold, unyielding glare.
Beside him sat three senior corporate attorneys, alongside an empty leather chair reserved specifically for the majority shareholder.
(The true identity of the owner is about to be unveiled! Click “Next Page” to continue reading…)
