Chapter 6 - The Emergency Boardroom Takeover
Back at Mercer Engineering downtown, the corporate offices had turned into a theater of utter chaos.
By 1:00 PM, emergency notifications had gone out to all major shareholders and board members. The emergency board meeting had been called not by Evan Mercer, but by the majority stakeholder: Claire Bennett-Mercer, represented by Naomi Brooks.
Seated around the sleek glass boardroom table were five trembling vice presidents and senior engineers who had spent years riding Evan’s coattails while ignoring his financial incompetence.
The heavy mahogany doors swung open.
Evan walked in—disheveled, his suit jacket wrinkled from being escorted out of the hospital, his hair unbrushed, his eyes wild with panic.
"What the hell is going on here?!" Evan roared, slamming his hands onto the edge of the conference table. "Who authorized an emergency board meeting without my signature?!"
Marcus Vance, sitting near the far end of the table, didn't look up from his tablet. "Take a seat, Evan. Or better yet, don't. You don't have a voting seat anymore."
"I am the CEO and founder of this company!" Evan screamed, his face turning beet red.
"You were the CEO," Naomi Brooks corrected smoothly, stepping out from the shadows near the floor-to-ceiling windows. She walked over to the head of the table—the seat traditionally reserved for the majority owner—and dropped a certified copy of the corporate restructuring agreement onto the blotter.
"Under Section 4.2 of the amended operating charter," Naomi announced, her voice ringing crystal clear across the silent room, "any executive whose personal actions result in the freeze or attachment of primary corporate collateral due to misuse of funds for non-business purposes—specifically including the unauthorized subsidization of personal paramours—is subject to immediate termination for gross malfeasance and breach of fiduciary duty."
Evan stared at the document as if it were written in ancient Greek. "That's... that's a lie. You manipulated those clauses—"
"I drafted those clauses, Evan," Naomi smiled coldly. "Three years ago, when your wife bailed you out of your first tax evasion audit. Did you really think she was just signing routine paperwork without a safety net?"
Evan looked around the boardroom, his gaze sweeping across his vice presidents, the men who had nodded at his jokes, praised his business acumen, and eaten lunches bought with my trust fund.
Not one of them met his eyes.
"Gentlemen," Naomi said, addressing the board. "By unanimous written consent of the majority shareholder—representing eighty-one percent of all voting shares—Evan Mercer is hereby stripped of all executive authority, removed from the board of directors, and locked out of all company systems, effective immediately."
Evan staggered backward, his knees hitting the back of an empty leather chair.
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"You can't do this," he whispered, the fight completely draining out of him, leaving behind a hollow, ruined shell of a man. "You're destroying my life."
"No, Evan," Naomi said, picking up her briefcase. "You built a house of cards on someone else's foundation, and you spent years jumping up and down on the roof. Your wife just stopped holding you up."
