My speech mapped the weaknesses of three major corporations down to the divisions costing them cash each quarter.
Afterward, their CEOs stayed on the far side of the VIP lounge while their advisers checked my figures and found no easy rebuttal.
Arthur Blackwood touched his glass to mine. “Ruthless, Ivy. I love it.”
The lounge doors opened hard against the wall. Liam stood there without his tie, hair out of place and face flushed from pushing past staff.
Security moved toward him from both sides, but I raised a hand.
I wanted to hear what he had convinced himself of.
He crossed the room, ignoring everyone else, and stopped in front of me. “I sent Chloe home.”
“Did you?”
“I get it now.” He swept a hand around the room. “Vulture Equity, all these people. It was never about the money.
