Chapter 2 - THE WOMAN AT THE HEAD OF THE TABLE
The boardroom doors burst open.
Andrew entered first.
Margaret followed him.
Brenda came last, still wearing the crimson dress from the night before beneath a long coat.
They had clearly not slept.
Andrew stopped so abruptly that Margaret nearly collided with him.
I was sitting at the head of the table.
My father sat on my right.
Daniel sat on my left.
Twelve executives occupied the remaining chairs.
Every one of them stood when I entered earlier that morning.
None stood for Andrew.
His expression changed.
“What is this?”
I closed the folder in front of me.
“Sit down.”
His face hardened.
“Don’t order me around in my own company.”
One of the directors cleared his throat.
“Mr. Whitmore, you should probably sit.”
Andrew looked around the room.
“What is wrong with all of you?”
Then he finally noticed the logo displayed behind me.
ESCALANTE CAPITAL PARTNERS.
His eyes moved toward my father.
Recognition slowly appeared.
“Gabriel Escalante?”
My father gave him a cold nod.
Andrew had met him only twice before.
Both times, I had introduced Gabriel merely as my estranged father who worked in international finance.
Andrew had never bothered asking what kind.
Margaret suddenly went pale.
She knew the name.
Brenda did too.
Everyone who followed financial news knew it.
Escalante Global controlled hotels, infrastructure firms, energy holdings, technology companies, real estate trusts, and private investment funds across several continents.
Andrew turned toward me.
“No.”
I held his gaze.
“My full legal name is Mariana Isabel Escalante.”
Brenda’s mouth opened slightly.
Margaret gripped the back of a chair.
Andrew shook his head.
“You told me your father was retired.”
“He was.”
My father raised one eyebrow.
“Mostly.”
Andrew’s breathing became heavier.
I pushed the first document across the table.
“Three years ago, Whitmore Industries was forty-eight hours from default.”
“You told me you had found a private investor.”
“You celebrated for three days.”
“You bought yourself a Bentley.”
Andrew stared down at the signature.
My signature.
Mariana I. Escalante.
I pushed another document toward him.
“The second rescue happened eighteen months later.”
“And the third one eight months ago.”
“You didn’t save the company.”
“I did.”
Andrew looked as though he wanted to tear the papers apart.
Instead, he pointed at me.
“You were hiding money from your husband.”
My father almost laughed.
Daniel answered before I could.
“Her premarital assets were never marital property.”
Andrew turned toward him.
“And who the hell are you?”
“Daniel Reyes.”
“Chief legal counsel for Escalante Global.”
Daniel paused.
“And the attorney who drafted the financing agreements you signed without reading.”
Andrew’s face drained of color.
Brenda slowly moved away from him.
It was almost imperceptible.
But I noticed.
So did Margaret.
I pressed a button.
The screen changed.
A diagram appeared.
Whitmore Industries sat in the middle.
Above it were three holding companies.
Every line eventually connected to one name.
MARIANA ESCALANTE FAMILY TRUST.
Andrew stared.
“That’s impossible.”
“No.”
I leaned back.
“It’s paperwork.”
The board chairman spoke.
“Mr. Whitmore, under the emergency conversion terms activated at 12:01 this morning, Mrs. Escalante now controls eighty-two percent of voting shares.”
Andrew looked around the table.
“You can’t remove me from a company with my name on it.”
I looked directly at him.
“The board already did.”
His eyes widened.
“What?”
“At 8:30 this morning.”
I slid one final document toward him.
“You are no longer CEO.”
His chair scraped backward.
Brenda whispered his name.
Margaret shouted.
“You vindictive little snake.”
Every head turned toward her.
Margaret stepped toward me.
“You planned this.”
“No.”
I calmly touched the swelling on my cheek.
“You planned this when you planted your necklace.”
For the first time, Brenda’s face changed.
Not Andrew’s.
Not Margaret’s.
Brenda’s.
Her eyes flashed with genuine fear.
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And that was when I knew something I had only suspected the night before.
Brenda knew exactly where the necklace was.
