Logan leaned forward slowly. "You mean to say that, you want to strip her of the very empire she built from dust while the rest of you wrote polite memos?"
Gerald gave a half hearted smile. "Emotions aside, this company doesn't belong to one person. It belongs to the board and our shareholders. If her condition…"
"Her condition," Logan cut in, "is exhaustion. Brought on by carrying this company on her back while most of you measured your pensions."
Silence fell in the room. Tense and sharp.
Then one of the board members tries to defuse the tension. "You want her to rest? Fine. She'll rest. I'll personally enforce a leave."
"But if any of you try to twist that into a power play…" Logan stood, palms flat on the table, voice dropping to steel. "...You'll find Kingsley Corporation withdrawing its strategic partnership. Our investments. Our international clients. All of it."
