Adler floored it all the way to Burke International.
The security guards at the entrance recognized Sophie and Adler and immediately tried to block their way.
“Ms. Sophie! Mr. Adler! You can't come in!”
“If you don’t want any trouble, move!” Adler shouted, slamming the accelerator. The guards scrambled out of the way as Adler’s car crashed through the gates, the sound of shattering glass echoing through the air.
“Sophie! You go ahead! I’ll cover you!”
“Got it!” Sophie replied, jumping out of the car and storming towards the building. The guards, initially poised to stop her, were paralyzed by her sheer determination.
Sophie took the CEO’s private elevator straight to the conference room floor. Stepping out, she found the room deserted, save for James.
It had been a while since Sophie had seen him. James sat there, calm and collected, closing his laptop. Colt stood by his side, everything reminiscent of the old days in Devonport, where James ruled the business world unchallenged.
“James, don’t you think you owe me an explanation?” Sophie demanded.
James glanced at her, his expression cold. “Mrs. Costello, you’re too late.”
Colt chimed in, “Ms. Sophie, the shareholders’ meeting just concluded. Mr. Burke was unanimously re-elected as CEO. Since Mr. Odie didn’t show, he forfeited his vote.”
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The readers' comments on the novel: Revenge is best served cold