The Apocalypse Gave Me 180 Days

The bedroom smelled like stale coffee.Amelia hadn't slept. She had spent most of the night sitting at her desk, writing down everything she could remember from the three years after the fall.By the time the sky outside began to lighten, her notepad was filled with numbers and lists.At 6:00 AM, Amelia called her personal assistant, Elena.“Amelia? Is everything okay? It's early.” Elena's voice was thick with sleep.“List the Malibu house, the Aspen lodge, and the Miami condo today,” Amelia said. “Private listings only. Underprice them by ten percent if you have to, but I want cash buyers who can close within thirty days.”There was a pause.“Wait... all of them? Amelia, your father spent two years—”“I don't care about my father.” She turned the page. “Next, contact the broker handling my jewelry portfolio and the garage. Sell them. Clear out my stock accounts. Liquidate the index funds and the tech shares by the end of the week.”“Amelia, what is going on? Are you divorcing Ian? Is

By three, Amelia was sitting in a small conference room at Apex Distribution's main office. Arthur Hadham sat across from her.He was in his late fifties and looked tired. His suit was expensive, but the dark circles under his eyes stood out. He kept rubbing his forehead as he explained the company's situation.“We've had some problems with the new sorting system,” he said, pointing toward a chart on the screen. “But the company still has strong potential. What we're looking for is a minority investor who can help us recover while we finish the expansion.”Amelia barely glanced at the screen. "Mr. Hadham.”Arthur stopped.“I don't want to invest.”He looked at her.She continued. “I want to buy eighty percent of the company.”Arthur stared at her. "You want a controlling interest?”“Yes.”“Mrs. Vance, your family is involved in luxury retail and real estate. Why are you suddenly interested in logistics?”“Because I want to diversify.” Amelia kept her expression calm. “Luxury assets ar

“Amelia Vance Joanne! What the hell have you done?”Her mother was shouting so loudly that Amelia had to hold the phone slightly away from her ear. The calm voice Catherine usually used was gone.Amelia didn't flinch. She leaned against the kitchen counter and looked toward the dining room.“Good evening, Mother.”“Don't you dare play polite with me,” Catherine Vance snapped. “The commercial lending board for the Midtown development project just called your father. They’ve frozen further funding for Phase Two."She continued, not waiting for a response. "The entire credit facility is under an internal compliance review because of a series of cross-shareholding anomalies flagged from your accounts. What did you pull out?”“My entire equity stake,” Amelia said calmly. “And I filed a formal non-participation notice regarding the collateral baseline. Without my shares guaranteeing the leverage ratio, the bank is legally required to halt the drawdowns.”“Are you insane?” Catherine shouted.