Ellie sat in Jack’s place, alone at the boardroom table. The remaining board members had agreed, even encouraged her to take the role of CEO. One more down and the board would not be able to make decisions. Was this part of someone’s plan? Disable the executive and go in for the kill?
But who would make such elaborate plans? There was no family left on the board, not until Dad came back. If Dennis was convicted of drink driving, he’d lose his position. There were rules set in stone about standards.
Did the potential buyer have some insider working with them to bring the price down? Someone Ellie knew and worked with? Her stomach turned at the idea.
I don’t want this.
I don’t want this.She never had. Ellie’s calling was food. Not high business or dealing with a world crashing around her
