Cole
“I’m sorry, but the news circulating the internet has already done more harm to the Martinez Group than we can ignore. It’s bad enough that the public had no idea who your wife was until after her death.” Mr. Williams, one of the men sitting at the table, spoke up. His voice was sharp, and his anger was palpable.
Philip tried to calm them down, saying the situation had already been handled. The news had been pulled down, but that didn’t seem to matter to anyone in the room.
The boardroom was erupting in chaos, everyone yelling about how this wasn’t what any of them had bargained for.
I sat there, silent, as the stakeholders suggested that I step down to let my brother take over the company. Apparently, my health was too much of a risk for them.
The constant headlines about my bar
