Theo's POV
The Baccarat crystal decanter hit the wall first.
Then the Montblanc pen set. The Bloomberg terminal keyboard. The leather-bound copy of The Art of the Deal that some i***t had given me as a joke gift ten years ago.
I swept my arm across the desk—sent the quarterly reports, the merger documents, the framed photo of me ringing the opening bell at the NYSE scattering across the Persian rug like confetti at a funeral.
"So you'll need to step back. Temporarily, of course."
His voice. That f*****g voice. Measured. Calm. Like he was discussing the weather and not dismantling everything I'd built.
"The board has voted unanimously to appoint me as interim CEO. Effective immediately."
I grabbed the edge of the mahogany desk—custom-made, eighteen thousand dollars, imported from a w
