Chapter 4 - The Boardroom Ambush and the Corporate Collapse
The fallout at Prescott Global headquarters following my morning delivery was seismic. By noon, Aaron’s executive badge had been deactivated by security, his suitcases had been unceremoniously dumped outside the security turnstiles by building management, and the board of directors had called an emergency closed-door meeting to address the PR nightmare unfolding across their internal communications network.
I spent the afternoon at Nathan’s office drafting the formal injunctions, but by 3:00 PM, my phone—which I had powered back on—began buzzing incessantly with calls from Aaron’s defense counsel, senior board members, and even his mother, who screamed hysterically into my voicemail about family honor and professional destruction. I blocked every single one of them.
Then came a text message from an unknown number, which I knew instantly belonged to Jasmine Cole: “You’re destroying his career over a misunderstanding! Aaron doesn't even love you, he’s staying with me!” I took a screenshot of the text, forwarded it directly to Nathan to attach as an admission of adulterous cohabitation in our divorce filings, and blocked that number too.
Late that afternoon, Nathan received an urgent, panicked call from Aaron’s lead corporate attorney, offering an immediate, lopsided settlement in exchange for scrubbing the Slack post and quietly handling the divorce outside the public eye. They were terrified of a public scandal, especially because Prescott Global was currently in the middle of a massive multi-million-dollar merger with an international syndicate.
Nathan put the phone on speaker while I sat across from him, listening to Aaron’s lawyer stammer through a desperate plea.
“Mr. Prescott is willing to concede the primary residence, all joint vehicle titles, and a substantial cash payout to ensure absolute discretion,” the attorney rushed out nervously. “We just need Mrs. Prescott to sign a non-disclosure agreement regarding company personnel.”
Nathan looked over at me, raising an eyebrow silently.
I leaned toward the speakerphone. “Tell Mr. Prescott that discretion is a luxury he lost the moment he decided to carry on an affair with his assistant on company time,” I said clearly. “And tell him something else, counsel. Ask him if he checked who owns the underlying debt restructuring notes for Prescott Global’s current merger.”
Dead silence stretched across the phone line for ten agonizing seconds.
“What… what do you mean?” Aaron’s attorney stammered, his professional composure completely unraveling.
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“Check the registry of the private investment firm holding your merger’s underwriting capital,” I replied smoothly. “You’ll find my grandfather’s name on the controlling shares. And as of this morning, those shares are managed entirely by my personal trust.”
The line went completely dead. Aaron and his high-priced legal team had just realized that the very company he worked for—the empire he believed he was inheriting—was financially dependent on an investment firm where I held the controlling veto power. He hadn't just cheated on his wife; he had bitten the hand that secretly fed his entire corporate existence.
