"I've already had my lawyer start the paperwork for the share transfer. Starting today, Stacy will be the company's largest shareholder and will replace you as Vice President. She has every right to be here."
Duke's voice dripped with condescension as he continued, "Aren't you always going on about your poor health? Why not take a trip overseas to recuperate? Don't worry—Stacy will wire you some money afterward. Consider it repayment for your ten years of... service."
I let out a cold laugh and slapped a document onto the conference table.
"Duke, let's get one thing straight. This conference room—this entire company—was built with my money. Every chair you're sitting in, every computer on every desk, was purchased with funds from my accounts." My gaze cut through him like a blade. "So tell me: what right do you have to offer me a handout?"
I turned to Stacy, my smile sharpening. "And you—repaying my kindness? By sleeping with my husband and throwing your escort money at me as thanks?"
The color drained from Stacy's face. Her composure crumbled, and she threw herself into Duke's arms, her voice a pitiful whimper.