Mark’s face paled as he processed the words. “Chairman of the Board? What kind of joke is this?”
I removed my sunglasses, fixing him with the steely gaze of someone who had played the long game and won. “It’s no joke, Mark. I inherited this company from my father, and you were merely a frontman. But I’ve always been the real power behind Vance Global.”
“You can’t do this to me!” Mark protested, his voice rising in panic. “I made this company what it is!”
