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Part 5: The Boardroom Execution

The emergency board meeting was scheduled for Friday at the Sterling Group headquarters. Victor was planning to formally present his motion to strip Roman’s power due to “unfit guardianship.”

I didn’t stay at the mansion. I walked into the skyscraper, wearing a sharp, tailored suit, carrying a thick manila folder.

I bypassed security—my face was well known as the savior of the Sterling heir—and pushed open the glass doors of the boardroom.

Roman was sitting at the head of the table, looking incredibly tense. Victor was smirking. Vanessa was sitting in the corner, looking like a queen waiting for her crown.

“What is the nanny doing here?” Victor demanded, slamming his hand on the table.

“I am here to submit my resignation,” I announced, walking to the table.

Roman stood up, true panic flashing in his eyes. “Harper, what are you doing?”

“I cannot work for a family that allows criminals to dictate its future,” I said coldly. I threw the manila folder onto the center of the mahogany table. “Clara Hayes contacted me last night. She provided me with the digital footprint of the forged audit reports used to blackmail her into abandoning her son. She also provided the wire transfer receipts proving who paid the hackers to forge them.”

I looked directly at Vanessa. The color utterly vanished from her face. She looked like she had seen a ghost.

“Vanessa Croft orchestrated the disappearance of the mother of the Sterling heir,” I stated loudly to the entire board. “Furthermore, the IP addresses used to route the blackmail funds match the IP addresses used by Victor Sterling to secretly siphon off four million dollars from the corporate R&D budget over the last three years.”

The boardroom erupted into absolute chaos.

“This is slander!” Victor roared, his face purple with rage.

Roman didn’t yell. He picked up the folder, reviewed the digital receipts, and looked at his uncle and his childhood friend. The sheer, terrifying, lethal darkness in Roman’s eyes made the entire room fall dead silent.

“Security,” Roman said, his voice dropping to a demonic whisper.

The heavy doors opened. Four corporate security guards stepped in.

“Escort Victor and Vanessa out of my building,” Roman commanded. “Then, contact the federal authorities and hand over this folder. If either of you ever come within fifty miles of my son again, I will not use lawyers. I will end you.”

Vanessa burst into hysterical tears, trying to reach for Roman, but the guards dragged her out of the room, her screams echoing down the hallway. Victor was escorted out in stunned silence.

The coup was crushed.

Roman turned to me, the ice in his eyes melting away, replaced by an overwhelming, profound gratitude.

“You found her,” he whispered.

“She’s waiting for your call,” I smiled, handing him a slip of paper with Clara’s encrypted number.

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