DOMINIC'S POV
The boardroom is exactly as I remember, cold, imposing, designed to intimidate.
Twelve board members sit around the long table. My grandmother is at the far end, perfectly composed in a navy suit. She doesn't acknowledge me when I enter.
My lawyer sits beside me. The evidence is in a folder in front of us.
"Mr. Westbrook," the board chairman says. "You requested this emergency session. Please proceed."
I stand. My hands are steady, but my heart is racing.
"Thank you for meeting. I've discovered evidence that a member of this board has been actively sabotaging company interests for personal gain."
Murmurs around the table. My grandmother's expression doesn't change.
"That's a serious accusation," the chairman says.
"I have proof."
I open the folder, distribute copies
