Miss Miller's arrival had effectively derailed the entire meeting.
The chairman had originally planned to pin all the blame on her—the same man who'd reduced her father's empire to this mess. That way, the board would block her entry, giving him time to orchestrate her removal.
Everything had been meticulously planned—the company, the shares, all within his grasp. But who could've predicted the heiress would fight back?
"Now, now, Serena," the chairman said, laying it on thick. "Are you implying I'm making things difficult? I clearly requested a dozen copies. Who said anything about a hundred?"
His performance was so theatrical that Miss Miller nearly scoffed aloud. This whole charade is just to prove I'm incompetent. To make me quit.
"Mr. Chairman," she replied smoothly—not bothering
