My Milf Conqueror System novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62: The Boardroom Massacre

Wednesday, 2:00 PM. Vanguard Holdings Headquarters.

The boardroom on the 50th floor was a theater of war disguised as a corporate meeting space. The long mahogany table was polished to a mirror shine. The city sprawled out beneath the floor-to-ceiling windows, a kingdom waiting to be ruled.

I stood in the back corner, officially listed as a "special consultant to the Interim CEO." I was invisible to most of the billionaires in the room, just another suit blending into the shadows.

But I wasn’t watching the city. I was watching Richard Sterling.

He sat near the head of the table, his face pale, his eyes darting nervously around the room. He looked like a man who hadn’t slept in days. He kept checking his phone, waiting for messages that would never come.

Victoria sat at the head of the table, a picture of absolute serenity. She wore a charcoal grey suit that looked like armor.

"Let’s call this meeting to order," Victoria said, her voice cutting through the low murmur of the room. "We have one primary item on the agenda today. The formal transition of the CEO position."

Richard cleared his throat and stood up. His hands were shaking slightly, but he forced his voice to project.

"Before we vote," Richard said, looking around the table, "I believe we need to address the crisis currently unfolding on the university campus. The Sterling Innovation Center is a PR disaster. Students are rioting. Construction is halted. This is a direct result of Victoria’s... aggressive and alienating leadership style."

He looked pointedly at Arthur Davis, who was sitting across from him.

"We need a leader who understands diplomacy," Richard continued, his voice rising. "Someone who can build coalitions, not burn bridges. I propose we delay this vote and open the floor to alternative candidates."

He sat down, a smug, desperate look on his face. He waited for the chorus of agreement. He waited for Arthur Davis to second the motion.

The silence in the room was absolute.

Arthur Davis didn’t look at Richard. He looked at his hands, folded neatly on the table. Then, slowly, he looked up and met my eyes in the back of the room. I gave him a single, barely perceptible nod.

Davis stood up.

"I disagree with Richard," Davis said, his voice booming across the room.

Richard’s head snapped toward him, his eyes wide with shock. "Arthur, what are you doing?"

"I am speaking for the good of this company," Davis said coldly, refusing to look at Richard. "The protests on campus are a result of Marcus Thorne’s corruption, a mess that Victoria has been tirelessly cleaning up. Victoria stepped into a crisis and stabilized our stock. She has shown decisive, unwavering leadership."

Davis looked around the table at the other board members—the ones I had visited.

"I move that we end this debate," Davis said. "I move that we vote immediately to confirm Victoria Sterling as the permanent CEO of Vanguard Holdings. And I second my own motion."

"Thirded," said Senator Hayes, another man whose secrets were currently sitting on an encrypted drive in my pocket.

"Fourthed," said the next compromised member.

Richard stood up, his chair scraping violently against the floor. "You can’t do this! Arthur, we had a deal! You know what I have!"

"You have nothing, Richard," Victoria said softly.

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