By Monday morning, Evelyn had made her decision.
She wasn't going to win this war by playing defense.
She was going to take control.
She arrived early at Drake Industries' Seoul headquarters, stepping into the still-silent marketing floor as the city's first rays of sun painted gold across the office glass. Her heels clicked with quiet confidence, her expression calm but focused. She passed by the framed campaign posters she had worked on and none of them credited to her directly, but each one holding pieces of her fingerprints.
The elevator doors pinged behind her. She turned just slightly and caught Genevieve's reflection in the glass.
"Early morning," Genevieve said breezily. "Planning another elevator pitch to Alexander?"
Evelyn didn't take the bait. "Just catching up on campaign metrics."
Genevieve's smile was thin. "Good. It's always helpful to stay… humble. You never know when the rug might be pulled out."
Their eyes locked for a brief moment but just long enough to acknowledge the battle neither of them dared name out loud.
Later that morning, Evelyn passed a slim flash drive to Noah under the guise of a coffee handoff. "It's time," she whispered.
Noah nodded. "Everything's backed up. When do you want the trigger pulled?"
"Right before the review meeting," she said. "We go in first."
At 9:00 a.m., Linda summoned the marketing team to the main boardroom for what she described as a "strategic recalibration" session. Evelyn noticed the room had been rearranged: Linda had moved the screen to the center, claiming the head seat. She was positioning herself.
Alexander wasn't there yet but his absence was temporary. Evelyn knew he would arrive just before the mid-quarter numbers presentation. He always did.
Linda launched into a high-level overview of recent campaigns, steering credit toward Genevieve's supposed "mentorship" and "refinements." Evelyn's own name never left Linda's lips.
Noah sat silent, scribbling fake notes.
Then Linda clicked to a revised slide for the LunarTech campaign. The copy was butchered, the core message stripped of nuance.
"I'm sorry," Evelyn said calmly, standing. "That's not the approved copy."
Linda blinked. "Excuse me?"
"I have the original here," Evelyn continued, plugging in the flash drive. "Along with a full audit trail of every unauthorized change made to the campaign documents under your login credentials."
The screen lit up, displaying side-by-side comparisons of document versions. Color-coded metadata, date stamps, and a list of file contributors. Noah projected them all from his tablet.
Gasps echoed through the room.
Linda's composure faltered. "You're mistaken. Those changes were reviewed by the strategy committee—"
"They weren't," Evelyn interrupted, her voice firm but steady. "And the email chain confirming that was deleted from the shared archive. I have a recovery log. So does IT."
Linda turned to Genevieve, searching for support. Genevieve's expression remained perfectly smooth. Aloof, even. She folded her arms and said nothing.
Evelyn advanced one more slide.
"This memo," she said, highlighting the document that had been saved under Linda's drafts, "accuses me of professional misconduct. It's unsigned and was never sent. But it was created using your login, during office hours, from your device."
The room had gone still.
Then the door opened.
Alexander Drake stepped in.
Every eye in the room turned. He surveyed the scene for half a beat, then calmly moved to the head of the table, taking a seat without acknowledging Linda or Genevieve.
"I was sent a copy of that memo last night," he said, his voice low and deliberate. "Anonymously."
Genevieve's brows lifted ever so slightly. She hadn't expected that.
Alexander turned to Evelyn. "Continue."
Evelyn exhaled and pressed forward. "Since Genevieve's return, there has been a pattern of quiet manipulation within our department. I have compiled documents, edits, deletion logs, and chain-of-command redirects that show intentional sabotage."
She nodded to Noah, who transferred the packet to everyone's tablets.
When Alexander looked up again, his expression was unreadable but his eyes were on Linda.
"Do you deny any of this?"
Linda's voice cracked. "This is all taken out of context. She's twisting the narrative. You've all seen how close she's gotten to you. Maybe that's what's influencing your..."
"Enough," Alexander said, his voice suddenly sharp. "You're dismissed."
Silence.
"What?"
"Effective immediately," he said without raising his voice. "Pack your things."
Linda turned to Genevieve. "You... You told me to watch her!"
Genevieve leaned back in her chair, cool as ever. "I advised you to keep an eye on rising talent. What you did after that was your decision."
It was a masterstroke. Genevieve severing herself from the consequences while letting Linda fall alone.
Evelyn felt the weight of it, but she didn't revel in it.
Alexander stood. "Evelyn, come with me."
She followed him out into the hallway. Once they were alone, he paused.
"You held your ground," he said.
"I had to," she replied. "They weren't going to stop."
He looked at her for a long moment. Then: "I'm appointing you as interim Head of Marketing."
Her breath caught.
"You've earned it," he continued, his tone quiet. "And for now… keep everything else between us private."
She nodded slowly. "Of course."
Neither said the word marriage. But it hovered in the silence between them.
As Evelyn returned to the boardroom, a fresh sense of purpose in her step, she glanced once at Genevieve. The woman smiled. She was cool, controlled, dangerous.
One enemy had fallen.
But the real war was just beginning.
The board gathered again three days later. The air felt denser, as if the walls themselves anticipated conflict. Celeste sat at the head of the table with her cane resting against her chair, an image of control that was not to be mistaken for weakness.Claudia entered with deliberate poise, a folder tucked under her arm. Behind her, Isadora followed, her expression unreadable. Evelyn’s chest tightened. She had not been able to speak to Isadora since the test results were confirmed.The session began with Jun stating the agenda: ongoing strategic projects, preliminary quarterly figures, and finally the “matter of succession optics” as he called it.Claudia wasted no time. “Before we address figures, I would like to introduce Ms Isadora Langley, whose confirmed lineage has become a matter of public record. In the interest of unity and transparency, I believe the board should hear directly from her.”She turned to Isadora with a
The next morning, the boardroom was unusually full. Not just the advisory panel, but several senior executives had been called in under the pretense of a “strategic announcement.” Evelyn knew what that meant. Claudia had moved first.When Claudia entered, she did not sit immediately. She stood at the head of the table, palms resting lightly on the polished surface, eyes sweeping the room as though she were already in control.“I will be brief,” she began. “The verification process for Ms Isadora Langley has concluded. She is confirmed as the direct granddaughter of Gideon Drake. Her lineage is not in dispute.”The room erupted in murmurs. Evelyn kept her expression still, hands folded neatly in front of her. Alexander sat to her right, his gaze locked on his mother.Claudia raised a hand for quiet. “As a result, I am calling for an emergency vote to reconsider the designation of Chairwoman Celeste Drake’s su
The advisory board reconvened the following morning, the mood sharper than before. The leaked photo had changed the atmosphere; every person in the room was more guarded, more deliberate in what they said aloud. Claudia had not arrived yet, but her shadow already lingered across the table.Evelyn took her seat beside Alexander, her folder of notes closed for now. She wanted the board to speak first. Silence, she had learned, could be more revealing than any opening statement.Jun began the session. “As of last night, the injunction on legacy amendments has been implemented. Any attempted changes to the charter or bloodline registry will trigger a security alert to this panel. We have also frozen access to archival succession files, pending review.”Alexander nodded once. “Good. That ensures the original charter cannot be altered without oversight.”One of the older members, Madam Choi, leaned forward. “And yet the press has a
The conference room that the legal advisory board preferred was a box of frost and glass. It sat one level below the main board floor, a place designed for quiet decisions that moved entire markets. Isadora Langley arrived early, alone, without a publicist or an entourage. She took the chair at the end of the table and folded her hands, calm in a way that felt studied.Evelyn entered with Noah and Hana. Alexander remained outside with security to avoid the optics of pressure. Celeste had chosen not to attend; she said that heirs should learn to measure one another without elders in the room. Evelyn sat opposite Isadora, placed a slim folder beside her tablet, and nodded to Mr Jun, who chaired the session.Jun began without ceremony. “Ms Langley, you asked for this meeting. You may speak.”Isadora looked at Evel
The morning sun over Seoul cast a weak glow through the glass of the top floor conference room. It was a deceptive light, thin and cold, doing nothing to ease the heaviness in the air. Inside, the legal advisory team for Drake Industries sat in a tight semicircle around a large monitor, their eyes fixed on the grainy surveillance footage looping on the screen.No one spoke until the man in the video turned his head toward the hidden camera.“Ludwig Fischer,” murmured one of the senior partners, his voice sharp with recognition. “That man should not be anywhere near a Drake property.”“He is not,” Alexander replied, his tone clipped. “But Claudia was.”Evelyn stepped forward and placed a printed timeline on the table. “The meeting happened during the Zurich conference that Claudia claimed she missed due to illness. Hotel records show she never checked in. But Fischer’s private jet landed in Zurich
The board gathered again just three days after the vote that had shaken the company’s hierarchy. The tone of this meeting was different.Gone was the tense anticipation of the last session. In its place was a brittle quiet, filled with sidelong glances toward Claudia Drake as she sat composed and regal in a charcoal pantsuit. Her expression revealed nothing, but the deliberate calm in her posture spoke volumes. She was waiting.Evelyn, seated across the table, opened her folder and placed the original charter Celeste had given her directly in front of her microphone. The Drake crest glimmered under the room’s LED lights. Hana, seated behind her, passed copies of the translated clause down the row of board members.Celeste, in her role as Chairwoman, remained silent at the head of the table.“We are here today to address the sudden emergence of Ms. Isadora Langley,” Evelyn began, her voice clear and measured. “Ma