The giant glass tower of the Vance Headquarters touched the dark clouds. Inside, on the top floor, the boardroom was quiet and tense.
Twelve of the most powerful board members sat around a long, polished black table. At the head of the table sat Thomas’s main lawyer, a sharp-faced man named Mr. Harris. He was holding a stack of papers, a cold smile on his face.
"Since Alexander Vance has not shown up, and his cousin Beatrice is missing," Mr. Harris said, looking at his gold watch, "we will start the vote now. We must remove Alexander from the company."
One of the older board members sighed. "But we have no proof that Alexander has failed. We should wait."
"We cannot wait," Mr. Harris snapped. "The company is losing millions every hour. Thomas Vance is ready to take over. All in favor o
