LOGINEmma's POVThe emergency board meeting was scheduled for nine AM Saturday.Jake was ready to walk. Ready to burn it all down rather than let them fire me.I loved him for it. But I could not let him do it.We arrived together. The board was already seated. Serious faces. Tense energy.Marcus started immediately. "Jake, we need to discuss your ultimatum. You cannot threaten to resign every time we make difficult decision.""I am not threatening. I am stating reality. Emma and I are partners. In life and in business. You fire her, you lose me.""That is emotional thinking. Not business thinking.""Maybe. But it is my decision."David spoke up. "Jake, we understand your loyalty. But the numbers do not lie. Revenue is down. Clients are leaving. We cannot afford sentimentality.""This is not sentimentality. This is recognition of value. Emma has worked harder than anyone to save this company.""But has she succeeded? That is the question we must answer.""She has not had enough time—"I st
Jake's POV Derek struck back within forty-eight hours. Not with evidence. Not with defense. With attack. Lawsuit filed Monday morning. Against Sullivan Sports. Against me personally. Tortious interference with business relationships. Defamation. Conspiracy to harm. Derek claimed we deliberately sabotaged his business. Filed false reports. Destroyed his reputation out of jealousy. Seeking ten million dollars in damages. Our lawyer called immediately. "This is retaliation. Derek has no case. But defending it will cost you." "How much?" "Hundreds of thousands. And it will tie you up in court for years." Another legal battle. Another financial drain. Another weapon against us. Then Derek went public. Social media posts across all platforms. Professional. Calculated. Devastating. "Disappointed to announce I am being targeted by competitor Jake Sullivan. After failing to compete legitimately, Sullivan has resorted to false accusations and legal harassment. This is what desperat
Emma's POV We sat at our kitchen table. Flash drive between us. Evidence of Derek's embezzlement. Years of stolen money. Proof of criminal activity. All obtained illegally by a former employee. "We have to use this," Jake said. "His clients are being stolen from. They deserve to know." "I agree they deserve to know. But not like this." "What do you mean?" "Jake, we fought so hard to be honest. To be better. To win the right way. Using stolen evidence makes us like Derek. Like Margaret. People who do anything to win." "But the evidence is real. The crimes are real. Does it matter how we got it?" "It matters to me. And it should matter to you." Jake ran his hands through his hair. Frustrated. "Emma, we are losing. The company is dying. We finally have something that could save us and you want to throw it away on principle?" "I want to use it correctly. There is a difference." "What is the correct way? Derek stole millions. We have proof. We expose him." "And then what? He s
Jake's POV The anonymous tip haunted me. Derek embezzling from clients. Millions stolen over years. If true, it destroyed him. If false, it destroyed us for making accusations. "We need help," I told Emma. "Someone who can investigate quietly." "Who?" "Miguel. The investigator who helped us during the custody battle. He knows how to be discreet." I called Miguel that afternoon. Explained the situation. "Anonymous tip about Derek. Claims he is embezzling. We need to verify before we do anything." "That is serious accusation. You sure you want to go down this road?" "If it is true, his clients deserve to know. If it is false, we walk away." "Okay. I will look into it. Quietly. Give me a few days." While Miguel investigated, the business pressure kept mounting. Another client called Thursday. Kyle Martinez. Basketball player. Three years with Sullivan Sports. "Jake, I got an offer from Titanium. Derek is aggressive. I wanted to give you chance to counter." "What is he offe
Emma's POV Marcus Rivera stayed. We celebrated for exactly ten minutes. Then the phone rang again. David Thompson. I knew from his voice before he said anything. "Jake, Emma. I appreciate everything you have done for me. But I am moving to Titanium Sports." My stomach dropped. "Can I ask why?" Jake asked. "Derek offered better terms. Bigger platform. More resources. I need to think about my career long term. I hope you understand." We understood. But it still hurt. David Thompson was twenty percent of our remaining revenue. Gone. Sarah Johnson called that afternoon. "I need more time. Can I have another week?" "Of course," I said. But I knew. Another week meant she was leaning toward leaving too. Net result: We held Marcus. Lost David. Sarah undecided. Not good enough. Derek posted on social media that evening. Photo of him shaking hands with David Thompson. "Another athlete chooses excellence over mediocrity. Welcome to Titanium Sports, David Thompson. This is what hap
Jake's POVEmma woke me at six AM with the bad news.Three clients. Derek targeting all of them. Forty percent of our revenue.We could not lose them. Could not afford to."We visit them today," Emma said. "In person. Face to face. Show them we care more than Derek does.""All three in one day?""We do not have time for slow. Derek moves fast. We move faster."She had already scheduled meetings. Marcus Rivera at nine AM. Chen Wei at noon. Sarah Johnson at three PM.All around the city. All in person. All critical.Marcus Rivera was first. Our top hockey player. Been with Sullivan Sports for five years.We met him at his home. Nice place. Family photos everywhere.He answered the door looking uncomfortable. "Jake. Emma. Come in."We sat in his living room. His wife brought coffee."Marcus, I am not going to pretend I do not know why we are here," I started. "Derek contacted you. Made you an offer.""He did. Two percent lower commission. Better terms. Guaranteed attention.""And you are







