The main grand hall of Vance Tower was packed with hundreds of reporters, flashing cameras, and wealthy investors. The heavy air buzzed with intense excitement. Huge television screens mounted on the marble walls were broadcasting live to news channels across the country.
Today was the official annual shareholder meeting, the day Dominic Vance claimed he would legally strip Alexander of his position and take over the empire.
Sitting near the front row in an expensive tailored suit was Dominic Vance himself. He was a tall older man with cold grey eyes and a sharp, cruel smile. He looked completely relaxed, casually checking his gold wristwatch as if he already owned the building.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please take your seats," the head secretary announced into the microphone at the main
