Mark’s face twisted in disbelief, a sickly shade of red flushing his cheeks. “Chairman? Anna, what is this nonsense?”
I removed my sunglasses and met his eyes with a calm, steady gaze. “It’s no nonsense, Mark. While you were busy indulging in your self-image and philandering, you forgot one crucial fact: you may have been the public face, but I was always the silent partner. I own 51% of Vance Global.”
Mark staggered backward, the weight of the revelation hitting him like a freight train. “But… how? We started this company together.”
