DEAR EX, IT'S TOO LATE FOR REGRET.의 모든 챕터: 챕터 81 - 챕터 85

​THE EMERGENCY BOARD SESSION.​Nathan’s POV.The main conference room on the executive floor of Zander Logistics headquarters was filled with tense chatter when I stepped through the double doors, and my long strides brought me straight to the head of the large conference table where eleven board members and primary investors were already seated. The transition from my morning inspection down at the harbor to this emergency corporate session had been fast, but my mind was completely focused as I set my leather binder onto the polished surface and looked around the room at the anxious faces of the men and women who held significant shares in my company. The recent media rumors surrounding the street explosion near Fifth Avenue and the fake harbor safety reports had clearly created a wave of panic among our minor shareholders, and two specific board members, Arthur Pendelton and Thomas Vance, were already leaning across their chairs whispering aggressively to the i

​EXPOSING THE FRAUD.​Nathan’s POV.The heavy wooden double doors of the main conference room swung open as I stepped back inside the executive suite of Zander Logistics headquarters, with Mark and two corporate security officers following closely behind my footsteps. The transition from the private office where I had just verified the European routing numbers sent by Emma to this tense room was completely seamless, and as I walked toward the head of the conference table, I saw Arthur Pendelton standing at his seat with an open folder in his hand while preparing to formally read the motion for the no-confidence vote to the remaining shareholders. Thomas Vance sat right beside him, looking extremely pale and staring down at his phone as if he was desperately waiting for a message from his wife, but he froze the exact second he raised his eyes and saw me standing at the head of the table.​"Nathan, you cannot simply walk back into this board session with sec

​THE HARBOR SAFETY WIN.​Nathan’s POV.The drive down to the main Zander Logistics pier was quiet and relaxed, and I held Emma's hand across the central seat as my driver navigated the car through the open harbor gates just as the sun was beginning to dip below the horizon. The transition from the tension of the central bank meetings and the corporate board room to this peaceful evening by the water was completely smooth, and as the car came to a slow stop right beside the primary shipping lane, I could see my dock security guards standing casually near the gate post without any of the panic that had filled this dock yard yesterday. The abandoned warehouse where Derek's men had stored the stolen cargo was completely locked down by the police, while our primary cargo ships sat quietly against the pier pilings, with dock workers moving smoothly around the loading cranes in complete safety.​"It feels completely different coming down to these docks tonight wi