At twelve fifty eight she informed me through the intercom that Brandon had arrived and seemed completely calm, which only confirmed my decision to confront him in that moment.
Inside the CEO’s office the table was large and cold, and Samuel Brooks listened carefully as I explained both the assault and the financial irregularities without raising my voice or losing control.
He reviewed the documents, asked precise questions, then nodded and said, “Bring him in,” with a tone that shifted the entire atmosphere in the room.
Brandon walked in smiling like he always did with clients, but the moment he saw me sitting across from the CEO with visible injuries and an open folder, his face lost all color.
“Chloe, what is going on,” he asked, trying to sound confident but failing to hide the panic underneath.
I met his eyes and said calmly, “You called it our house yesterday, but today you are in the CEO’s office and nothing here belongs to you.”
Samuel slid an envelope across the table and Brandon stared at it without touching it, while I lifted a letter printed on company letterhead and watched fear finally appear in his expression.