“He did more than that.”
I handed her my phone.
For three months, I had quietly received board packets because my father’s former secretary, Helen, still sent them to me.
Daniel assumed I never read them.
I did.
The packets showed consulting payments to Vanessa’s private LLC, luxury apartment expenses, and a proposed stock grant that would give her eight percent after “anticipated personal restructuring.”
Miriam stared at the documents.
“They were planning to dilute you.”
“They thought my shares were passive.”
“They targeted the wrong woman.”
At 4:18 p.m., Miriam sent formal notices to the board, outside counsel, and the company’s bank.
Daniel’s voting proxy: revoked.
The $92 million revolving credit guarantee backed by my holding company: suspended pending review.
The proposed Vanessa grant: blocked.
The board emergency meeting: called for 6:00 p.m.
At 4:31, my phone began vibrating.
Daniel.
Vanessa.
The CFO.
Three board members.
Then Daniel again.
