Part 16: The Proxy Seizure
Part 16: The Proxy Seizure
"I don't need a majority share, Nicholas," I said, standing up to face him.
"Because your proxies don't exist anymore."
Nicholas’s confident smile flickered, a hint of doubt crossing his face.
"What are you talking about? The proxy registry was finalized at 9:00 a.m. today."
I pulled a thin, white folder from my briefcase and handed it to him.
Inside was a certified copy of the corporate card logs from his firm's secondary account.
"Your business partner, Vanessa Hale, signed over the voting rights to my firm three hours ago," I said.
"She did it because she found out you were using her maiden name to register the bad debts from the South Boston project."
Nicholas took a panicked step backward, his polished dress shoes slipping slightly on the icy concrete path.
"The city council meeting tonight isn't a vote on your commercial parking garage," I added.
"It's a formal hearing to dissolve your corporate charter for tax evasion."
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Behind him, the office door opened, and the dispatch secretary stepped out onto the porch, ringing the afternoon dismissal bell.
The loud, metallic chime filled the clean winter air, cutting through the noise of his crumbling dynasty.
