Gilbert Seehorn stayed on his knees, frantically knocking his forehead against the tile floor, every “thud” echoing through the silent office.
Not a single soul dared to breathe loudly.
Moments ago he was the boss—
arrogant, untouchable, swaggering like a king.
Now he was reduced to a shaking dog begging for his life.
Even the security guards crowding the hallway were stunned.
They’d rushed over expecting a fight.
Maybe a beating.
Maybe a hostage situation.
Instead, they watched their own employer kneel and grovel.
All for a man who had barely raised his voice.
Matthew Powell looked down at him, expression calm, almost indifferent.
“Two choices,” Matthew said. “You pick.”
“Either I erase this company from existence…”
“Or you transfer the entire company—and every asset under y
