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My husband told me he was trapped in emergency surgery. His voice was steady, tired, almost tender — the voice I had trusted for ten years. / Chapter 3 / 10

Chapter 3 - The Ghost at the Feast

Forty-eight hours later, the fallout hit like a tidal wave.

Nathan had managed to make it to Italy using emergency cash reserves from his sister Brooke, but the real nightmare was unfolding back home at Mercer Associates, the architectural firm where Nathan was a junior partner—and where I was secretly the majority stakeholder through a holding company he had never bothered to audit.

I drove downtown on a crisp Thursday morning, trading my usual cardigan and flats for a tailored charcoal Armani pantsuit, Christian Louboutin heels, and gold-rimmed designer sunglasses. When I walked through the glass doors of Mercer Associates, the receptionist didn't even look up until I tapped my polished fingernail against the front desk.

"Can I help you—" The receptionist stopped mid-sentence, her eyes widening as she recognized me. "Mrs... Mrs. Mercer?"

"Elena," I corrected smoothly. "Is Senior Partner Vance in his office?"

"Mr. Vance is in a meeting with the board," she stammered, looking bewildered by my transformation. "Wait, you can't just go in there—"

I didn't wait. I pushed open the double oak doors of the executive boardroom, where five senior executives sat in tense, stunned silence. At the head of the table sat Arthur Vance, my uncle and the founding partner of the firm, looking stern and unyielding.

Arthur looked up, and a slow, approving grin spread across his weathered face. "Well, well. Look who finally decided to step out of the shadows."

The board members turned, whispering among themselves. One of them, a junior partner named Greg who always treated me like an invisible housewife whenever he visited our home for dinner, stood up in alarm. "Excuse me, who let her in here? This is a private executive session."

I walked slowly to the head of the table, pulling off my sunglasses and tossing them onto the polished mahogany surface.

"Greg," I said, my voice cutting through the room like a blade of ice. "Sit down before you embarrass yourself further. This is my company. My father built these foundations, and my capital keeps your payroll from bouncing every two weeks."

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Silence descended upon the room so heavy you could hear the hum of the air conditioner.

Arthur leaned back in his leather chair, crossing his arms. "Nathan’s overseas on some 'emergency,' isn't he? Well, his corporate authority has just been revoked under clause twelve of our partnership agreement. Effective immediately, Elena is stepping in as CEO of Mercer-Vance Development."

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