The morning of the vote, I woke before dawn. Marcus was still asleep beside me, his arm draped across my waist. Outside, the snow had stopped falling. The sky was clear and cold, pale light just beginning to edge over the frozen lake. Somewhere downstairs, Sophia was preparing her testimony. Julian was reviewing the final documents. I dressed in the dark. The emerald blazer. The one I had worn when I bought Webb's law firm, when I confronted David in the restaurant, the night Arthur named me his heir. It felt like armor. "The cars are here." Marcus appeared in the doorway, already dressed. "Victor Hale called the meeting for nine. He thinks he has the votes." "Does he?" "Before the ledger was authenticated, yes. Before Sophia agreed to testify. Before we had proof Hale is connected to David. The board doesn't know yet. They will."
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