Evelyn sat at her desk well past midnight, the warm light of her reading lamp casting shadows on the walls. The flash drive Mason had given her sat plugged into her laptop, its contents unfolding like a map of betrayal.
At first, it was just documents, internal memos, audit trails, unsigned directives but then came the audio clips. Recordings from the break rooms and elevator conversations. Quiet voices. Familiar ones.
One name came up more than once: Yoon-hee Park.
Evelyn blinked at the screen. Yoon-hee was a mid-level marketing coordinator. Young. Sharp. Always polite. Evelyn had barely registered her until now.
But according to the timestamps, Yoon-hee had been meeting privately with someone in Claudia’s inner circle, feeding details about Evelyn’s campaigns, strategies even her personal routines.
Evelyn’s heart pounded. The betrayal wasn’t devastating because of the information leaked. it was the realization that someone
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