CALEB The board meeting lasted forty-three minutes. Unanimous vote, security walked me out like I was already a criminal. They took my access card, my keys, and pried the nameplate off my office door. Forty years of my family’s legacy, gone in one clean motion.Harrison had played it perfectly. He’d planted his people over the years, waited until I was bleeding in public scandals, custody fights, viral humiliation, then drove the knife in.Lena tried to comfort me that night, her hand resting on my arm. “It’s just a company, Caleb.”I shook my head, throat tight. “It’s not. It’s who I am, what my father died protecting. What he trusted me with, and I lost it in under a year.”She didn’t argue. We both knew it was true. Later, a delivery arrived: a $500 bottle of scotch with a note in Harrison’s handwriting. "Sorry for your loss, but hey, at least you have your health. For now. -HB"The threat sat heavy in my stomach. The company was only the start. I cracked the bottle open. The firs
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