The elevator doors opened to the cold, glass-walled boardroom.
Everyone turned.
Her father. Thabiso. The shareholders. Enemies masked as uncles, partners, and family.
Lynn walked in alone — head high, heels sharp, red lipstick like war paint.
She didn't blink.
> "You're late," her father said.
> "I'm here," she replied. "That's all that matters."
Thabiso smirked. "You brought shame to the family. Photos. Scandals. Sleeping with a known criminal—"
> "Watch your mouth," she cut in.
Gasps.
But she wasn't done.
> "You want to talk about shame? Let's talk about your offshore accounts. Your dirty deals. Your connections to the very gangs you claim to fight."
She dropped a flash drive on the table.
> "All of it. Recorded. Documented. Archived."
Her father's face paled — just slightly. But he recovered quickly.
> "You think this makes you strong?" he said. "You think love makes you powerful?"
She leaned forward.
> "No. I make me powerful."
Then the boardroom doors swung open.
Lwandile walked in.
Clean suit. Sharp cut. Fire in his eyes.
Everyone stood up in shock.
> "He shouldn't be here!" Thabiso shouted.
> "He's my partner," Lynn said. "And starting today, he's head of private security — which makes him very qualified to be here."
Lwandile dropped a second flash drive on the table.
> "This one's got audio of Thabiso planning a hit on Lynn last week. Enjoy."
Chaos.
The room erupted in shouting, lawyers scrambling, board members whispering furiously.
But Lynn just stood there — still, powerful, untouchable.
Her father looked at her, something between pride and fear in his eyes.
> "You're not my little girl anymore."
She smiled coldly.
> "No, Father. I'm your biggest threat."
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