The shareholders' meeting and the press conference that followed were a disaster.
I still don't know how I walked out of that building without completely falling apart. Unscathed would be too generous a word. Barely standing feels more accurate.
The shareholders and the board made it painfully clear they wanted nothing to do with me. If looks could vote, I would've been exiled before the first coffee break. But facts have a way of cornering even the most stubborn people.
Mr. Tyson arrived armed like a man marching into war—drafts of the will, documentation from the day it was first prepared, even a voice recording of Logan himself. Nico was the same, with him presenting psychiatric records that neatly dismantled Meryl's claims. Logan hadn't been unstable. He hadn't been manipulated. The timeline didn't lie.
By the end of it, the shareholders persuaded Meryl to drop the idea of contesting the will.
Not for my sake, of course.
