LOGIN7:10am | Carter Tower, 60th Floor*Elena was already at her desk when Mercer walked in with two coffees. “Black coffee,” he said, setting one down. “No sugar. Like you like it.”“Thanks,” Elena said. She took it. “Whitaker.”“Yes,” Mercer said. He opened a folder. “Blackwood owes Whitaker Holdings $40M. Due in 60 days.”“And we don’t know who owns Whitaker,” Elena said. “Not yet,” Mercer said. “Six shells deep. Cayman owns BVI. BVI owns Delaware. Delaware owns Nevada. Nevada owns Whitaker. All registered to law firms.”Elena sipped. “So we buy the debt before we know who we’re buying it from.”“That’s the move,” Mercer said. “If we own the debt, we can force Blackwood’s hand in 60 days.”Elena nodded. “Draft the offer. 22 million. 45% discount. Tell them it’s because Blackwood is about to default to us anyway.”“On it,” Mercer said. He turned to leave. His phone buzzed. He glanced a
*7:05 am | Carter Tower, 60th Floor* Elena was reading when Mercer knocked and entered holding a donut. “Morning, Ma’am,” he said. “Legal filed the motion at 6 am.” Elena looked up. “Motion to Compel Disclosure of Creditor Identity. Blackwood vs Carter.” “Yes,” Mercer said. “If the judge grants it, Blackwood has to name who owns Whitaker in open court.” Elena took the donut. “Why do you have a donut?” Mercer shrugged. “IT guy said if I didn’t bring him one, he wouldn’t unblock my printer. He’s 23 and runs the entire floor on spite.” Elena almost smiled. “What flavor?” “Glazed,” Mercer said. “He said glazed is ‘professional.’ Sprinkles are ‘unhinged.’” Elena bit into it. “Sprinkles are better.” Mercer blinked. “Don’t tell him. He has admin access to my email.” --- *9:00am | County Court, Room 4B*
*8:02am | Carter Tower, 60th Floor*Elena’s phone buzzed once. Legal. _SEC Subpoena Delivered. Deposition 10am. 44th Floor Conference Room._She didn’t curse. She didn’t call anyone. She forwarded it to Mercer. Then she opened _WHITAKER. PART 2. and added one line: _3. Sophia filed. Today._“Mercer,” she said into the intercom. He was there in 30 seconds. “Ma’am.”“SEC,” Elena said. “10am. I want every Bean and Brew payroll record, vendor contract, and the press release timestamps.”“Already pulling,” Mercer said. “You want me in the room?”“Yes,” Elena said. “Not to talk. To watch.”He nodded. “And Sophia?”“She’ll be there,” Elena said. “Her lawyer filed it. She’ll want to see me squirm.”Elena stood. “Let’s go.”---*9:55am | 44th Floor, Conference Room*The room was glass. Cold. On one side: Elena. Mercer behind her. Two Carter
As he walked towards the door, Elena called him from behind. "Mercer?""Yes Ma'am""Find out who this 'friend' is""Friend?""I've been receiving help anonymously since I took this office. I don't even know who the sender is and how he/she got my contact. The last time I checked, I had no friends here""Well... you have me now" Mercer said with both hands open as a gesture and a broad smile."lol..., well..., maybe." She returned the smile. She sat down. Opened a new file. Title: _WHITAKER. PART 2.---*4:33pm | 60th Floor, Carter Tower*Mercer nodded and left. Elena turned to her screen. Six transfers. $1.2B. All signed by Leonard six months ago. Vance only signed for $100M. The rest was Leonard. She was still reading when her intercom buzzed. “Ms. Carter, you have a visitor. No appointment. Says it’s board related.”“Name?”“Mrs. Victoria Hayes.”
Ryan’s face went blank.Elena didn’t wait for an answer. She walked back into the boardroom. Took the head chair.It wasn’t cold anymore.The head chair didn’t creak when Elena sat in it. Nine men were still standing. Ryan was in the doorway, suit frozen, eyes on the metal desk she’d assigned him. “9am,” Elena said. She didn’t look at him. “Senior Analyst. Desk by the trash. Don’t be late.”Ryan didn’t answer. He turned and walked out.The door closed.Vance cleared his throat. “Ms. Carter. Your first order?”“Call Blackwood’s loan. Today. $400M. Due in 14 days.”Greene frowned. “That will destroy them.”“Yes,” Elena said.---*11:42am | Sophia’s Apartment, Hayes Penthouse*Sophia didn’t scream. She saw the alert on Bloomberg: _ELENA CARTER APPOINTED INTERIM CEO. BOARD VOTE 9-0._ She set her champagne down. Didn’t spill it. Her hand was
*6:13am | Carter Tower, 60th Floor*Elena was already in the office when the city woke up. She hadn’t slept. She read Whitaker Page 3 three times. $1.2B offshore. Signed by Vance. 6 months ago. While her grandfather was in hospice.Her phone buzzed. Unknown number. `Unknown: Morning, Ms. Carter. Check your email. Personal. Not corporate. – A Friend`She opened her personal Gmail. The one she used when she was Monroe. Subject: _Final Notice – Termination_ Sender: _Bean & Brew HR__Ms. Monroe,_ _Per our policy on public conduct and brand reputation, your employment is terminated effective immediately. We were contacted yesterday regarding your recent appointment. We cannot have a CEO on our payroll. It creates a conflict of interest. Your final check will be mailed._ _– Management_Elena read it twice. She worked there 3 days. 4-hour shifts. $14/hr. She made coffee for Sophia’s frien







