After finishing his pitch, Harry looked around the room.
“I believe that under my leadership, we can take RC Corporation to even greater heights. I’m not doing this for personal gain,” he added, his voice earnest.
“My nephew suffered a terrible accident and is now in a vegetative state. I’m simply stepping in as acting president until he wakes up. When that day comes, I’ll hand everything back to him, no questions asked.”
Harry silently remarked, “Wake up? A person in a vegetative state doesn’t just wake up in three to five years.”
Once he got his hands on full control, that precious nephew of his would never wake up—at least not while he was in charge.
Victory was within reach. Harry curled his lips into a satisfied smile, ready to accept the applause.
But no one clapped.
Instead, Haley’s voice rang out, calm and clear. “I have a document here. Before his accident, Justin gave specific instructions to his assistant, Sam. Should anything happen to him, all authority—his positio
