Chapter 6 - The Fall of the ConspiratorsFor several seconds, the boardroom was so quiet you could hear the hum of the air conditioning unit through the vents.
Dominic gripped the edge of the table so hard his knuckles turned white. His lips moved, but no sound came out—just a pathetic, choked gasp of air as he stared at me standing upright before him.
"V-Vincent..." Dominic stammered, his eyes darting frantically toward the door. "You... the doctors said..."
"Doctors make prognoses, Dominic. Men like you make mistakes," I interrupted, leaning my weight onto the titanium cane as I swept my gaze across the terrified board members.
I walked—step by measured step—around the table until I reached my rightful seat at the head. I lowered myself into the leather chair, letting out a controlled breath, before sliding the fraudulent proxy document across the table toward Dominic.
"Marcus," I said calmly.
"Already handled, Vincent," Marcus Thorne stepped forward, opening a leather briefcase and slamming a thick stack of federal subpoenas and internal audit reports onto the table.
"At 8:00 a.m. this morning," Marcus announced loudly to the room, "the U.S. Attorney's office received a complete forensic audit of Corvino Holdings' secondary accounts. We discovered an unauthorized, systematic embezzlement scheme totaling 4.2 million dollars—funneled directly into offshore accounts controlled by Dominic Vance and Arya Hayes."
The board members erupted into chaotic shouting.
"Embezzlement?!"
"My god, Dominic, is this true?!"
"Security!" Dominic shrieked, jumping to his feet, his face purple with panic. "This is a setup! He's unstable! He's—"
"He's right here, and he's fully competent," a cool, professional voice interrupted.
Dr. Alan Vance stepped into the boardroom, holding an official, notarized medical certification bearing his signature and the seal of New York Presbyterian Hospital.
"As Vincent Corvino's attending neurologist, I formally attest that his cognitive faculties are one hundred percent intact, and his motor recovery is progressing rapidly," Dr. Alan announced, placing the document beside my legal briefs. "Furthermore, any medical proxies or power of attorney documents signed in his name over the past thirty days without my direct countersignature are legally null, void, and fraudulent."
Dominic looked around the room, realizing every single exit was blocked by Marcus's legal team—and downstairs, federal marshals were already waiting in the lobby.
"You're finished, Dominic," I said quietly, leaning forward, resting my hands on the mahogany table. "Pack your briefcase, clear your desk, and don't let me catch you within five miles of a shipping dock ever again. Because if you don't resign voluntarily right now, I will personally see to it that you spend the next twenty years sharing a cell with real criminals."
Dominic stared at me for one long, hateful second. Then, realizing he had lost completely, his shoulders slumped. He grabbed his briefcase, turned on his heel, and practically fled the boardroom as the double doors slammed shut behind him.
Silence settled over the room once more.
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I looked at the stunned, respectful faces of my board members.
"Now," I said, my voice ringing with absolute command. "Let's get back to business."
