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Whitney’s calm, poised demeanor never wavered as Simon’s rage-filled glare bore into her. He stood across the table, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles were white, his voice trembling with fury. “Whitney, why the hell did you liquidate my performance shares at Skye Gem? And to make matters worse, you’ve convinced the board to vote me out as CEO. Over half the shareholders have signed on. You’ve been secretly rallying them, haven’t you? What’s your game? Why take it this far?”
Whitney’s response was quiet, but laced with an undeniable power. “Who’s been taking it too far all along, Simon? For years, I played by the rules while you schemed and manipulated everything to your benefit. Those so-called ‘performance shares’ were never yours. They were a façade. I cashed them out for $2 billion. Take that money and start your own business—since controlling everything was always your dream. But let’s not pretend. I’ve warned you countless times: hand over my grandfather’s contact book, or this day would come.”
Simon’s face flushed with anger, his words spat out with venom. “You’re going to destroy me over that damn notebook? You think you’re the only one with power here? Skye Gem—everything I’ve built—is mine, not yours! And now you’re stealing it all from me.”
Whitney didn’t flinch. She stood motionless, her gaze unwavering. Finally, she spoke, her voice as cold as ice. “I’m not stealing anything that wasn’t already mine, Simon. And that notebook? It was never just a notebook. You never understood its significance. But now you’re about to lose everything—the company, your shares, your position. And that, Simon, is all on you.”
His frustration boiled over into raw fury. He stepped forward, fists tightening. “You’ll regret this, Whitney. You’ll regret all of it. This isn’t over—not by a long shot.”
Whitney’s expression remained unchanged. She met his eyes with a quiet certainty. “I don’t need to make you regret anything. Your own decisions, your own actions, will be your undoing. You’ve already lost, Simon. You just don’t know it yet.”
Simon’s voice dropped to a dangerous whisper as he stepped closer. “You’re making a big mistake. Mark my words, you haven’t seen the last of me.”
Whitney stood tall, completely unfazed by his threats. “If I’ve made a mistake, Simon, it’s in trusting you for far too long.”
Her words struck him harder than any blow could, and for a moment, he just stood there, seething with anger, his chest heaving. But Whitney didn’t wait for him to respond. She turned on her heel and walked away with the composed grace of someone who had already won. She didn’t look back, leaving Simon simmering in the quiet aftermath of his defeat.
As she stepped out of the room, her phone buzzed with a message from Harper: “The board’s moving fast. They’re drafting the resolution to replace Simon as CEO. The vote is almost certain. He’s done.”
A small, victorious smile tugged at Whitney’s lips as she read the message. Everything was falling into place. Simon was on his way out, and soon, she would take full control of Skye Gem. But despite the victory, a nagging feeling gnawed at the back of her mind. The real battle was far from over. Elaine’s shadow still loomed large, a constant presence in the background of every move Whitney made. The fight for power wasn’t finished—it was just beginning.
Outside, the cool air hit her face as she slipped into her car. Her thoughts were sharp, focused. The next move was clear, but the path ahead was fraught with danger. As she settled into the back seat, Tiana’s voice came through her phone, cutting through her contemplation. “Hey, perfect timing with Simon, huh?”
Whitney’s smile was tight, her voice a mix of satisfaction and cold determination. “Thanks for your help with the board, Tiana. But let’s just say this is only the first chapter of the story. I still have unfinished business with Elaine.”
Her tone hardened at the mention of Elaine’s name. Whitney knew exactly who was behind all of this—the scheming, the betrayal, the backstabbing. And she wouldn’t rest until Elaine paid for it.
As the car sped through the streets, Whitney’s mind raced ahead, plotting her next move. Simon was already on his way out, Castor was dealt with, but Elaine still had her claws in everything. Whitney would need to tread carefully, but she was ready. The real showdown was coming soon.
Her phone buzzed again, this time with a message from Valerie. “Just saw Simon. He’s losing it. What’s going on? Are you okay?”
Whitney didn’t respond immediately. She had more pressing matters to attend to. The next day would be pivotal, and there was no room for mistakes. She had to keep pushing forward—every move, every decision, had to be perfect. She wasn’t just fighting for power anymore. She was fighting to take back what was hers and ensure that no one ever crossed her again.
She wasn’t just playing for stakes anymore—she was playing for everything.
