Brendan stepped away from the table. "What is Protocol Seven?"
I didn't take my eyes off him.
Protocol Seven wasn't a bluff. It was the clause I drafted during the divorce, designed to protect the company from reckless management abuses.
Chapter 4: The Empire Freezes
Chapter 1: The Water on the Persian Carpet
To the Morrison family, I was nothing more than the inconvenient pregnant ex-wife: a woman to tolerate, ridicule, and ultimately discard.
They had dedicated their lives to climbing the corporate ladder of a multi-million dollar empire, never suspecting that the woman they humiliated at Sunday dinner was the one who held the keys to their existence.
Icy water dripped from my hair onto the polished floor and pooled on the expensive Persian rug beneath my feet. I recognized that rug. I had approved its purchase years ago during a budget review, back when they still smiled at me in public and called me family in private.
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