"William Scotfield?" The name tasted bitter on my tongue. "The Chairman of the Audit Committee? He's a dinosaur, Tye. He's risk-averse, unimaginative, and he's hated Axel's expansion plans for years."
"He's the second-highest stakeholder on the board... and also safe," Tye countered. "The market likes 'safe' when a headquarters gets bombed. Scotfield will promise stability. He'll promise to sell off the risky assets to stop the bleeding. He'll strip this company down to a skeleton crew to save the stock price."
I looked at the closed doors of the recovery ward.
Inside, my husband was lying broken and unconscious because he had shielded me with his own body. He had built this empire from the ground up. He had bled for it. And now, while he was helpless, the vultures were circling.
A cold resolve settled over me, freezing the tears that had been threatening to fall.
