Chapter 3 - The Boardroom Where Everyone Learned Who Rachel Bennett Really Was
The board meeting began at nine.
Rachel arrived at eight forty-five.
She wore a cream suit.
Her hair was pinned back.
The bruises on her face were still visible.
She didn't cover them.
Helena walked beside her.
When the elevator doors opened, conversations stopped.
Everyone knew Rachel as Cole Mercer's wife.
Nobody knew she controlled sixty-one percent of the company.
Cole was already in the room.
Brooke sat beside him.
They both looked shocked.
“What are you doing here?”
Rachel placed a folder on the table.
“Taking my seat.”
Cole laughed.
“You don't have a seat.”
Helena handed the chairman a document.
He read it.
His face changed.
“Ms. Bennett is correct.”
Silence.
“She controls the majority voting interest.”
Cole stared at Rachel.
“That's impossible.”
Rachel looked at him.
“Apparently not.”
Brooke stood.
“You forged something.”
Helena answered.
“Sit down.”
Brooke glared.
“I said sit.”
She did.
Rachel sat at the head of the table.
For the first time in three years, Cole had to look up at his wife.
The symbolism was not lost on anyone.
Rachel began.
“Before we discuss corporate matters, I want to address a few personal transactions.”
She placed bank statements on the table.
“These are my salon accounts.”
Cole's face tightened.
“These transfers were authorized.”
“By whom?”
“You.”
Rachel held up the power of attorney.
“This?”
Cole went silent.
“I never gave you authority to move funds into shell companies.”
“You signed it.”
“You lied about what I was signing.”
He shook his head.
“You're misunderstanding.”
“No.”
Rachel looked at the CFO.
“Can you verify these transfers?”
The CFO swallowed.
“Yes.”
“How much?”
“Approximately four hundred eighty thousand dollars.”
The room went silent.
Cole turned pale.
Brooke looked terrified.
Rachel continued.
“Does that include payments made to Brooke Mercer?”
The CFO hesitated.
“Yes.”
“How much?”
“One hundred twenty-seven thousand.”
Brooke stood.
“That was a loan.”
“To whom?”
“Me.”
“From whom?”
“Cole.”
Rachel smiled.
“Cole didn't own the company.”
Brooke sat down.
Then Rachel turned to the security director.
“I want all internal communications from the last three years concerning my company, my family, and Mercer Industrial.”
He nodded.
Cole stood.
“This meeting is becoming defamatory.”
Rachel looked at him.
“You're right.”
She handed him a letter.
“Because it isn't a meeting anymore.”
“What is it?”
“An internal investigation.”
The chairman looked at Rachel.
“Ms. Bennett, we need to discuss procedure.”
“Already done.”
Helena placed another binder on the table.
“Outside counsel is retained.”
Rachel nodded.
“Effective immediately, Cole Mercer is suspended from executive operations pending investigation.”
Cole's face went white.
“You can't do this.”
Rachel stared.
“Yes.”
“You're my wife.”
“That has nothing to do with this.”
His voice lowered.
“You wouldn't dare.”
Rachel leaned forward.
“I think you still don't understand.”
The entire room watched.
“This company isn't yours.”
She paused.
“It belongs to the trust my grandmother created.”
Then she smiled.
“And I'm the trustee.”
The meeting continued for four hours.
Rachel removed three executives.
Ordered a forensic audit.
Froze questionable accounts.
Replaced security.
And terminated Brooke's consulting contract.
By noon, the news had reached local business reporters.
By two, Cole's coworkers were texting one another.
By evening, his employment was gone.
But Rachel had not won yet.
Because that night, someone broke into her salon.
Ben arrived before she did.
The door was damaged.
Drawers were open.
The old cabinet had been forced.
Rachel rushed inside.
“What did they take?”
Ben pointed.
“Everything.”
The hidden documents were gone.
Except one.
The letter from Evelyn.
Rachel picked it up.
A message was written across the envelope.
You should have stayed weak.
She stared.
Then her phone rang.
Unknown number.
She answered.
A man's voice whispered:
“Your grandmother made the same mistake.”
Rachel froze.
“Who are you?”
“She thought she could beat us.”
“Who?”
The caller laughed.
“You're going to find out.”
The line ended.
Helena arrived minutes later.
She examined the damaged cabinet.
“This isn't Cole.”
“How do you know?”
“He's reckless.”
She pointed at the lock.
“This was professional.”
Rachel looked at her.
“Your brother?”
Helena was silent.
“Helena.”
“Yes.”
“My brother is still alive.”
Rachel's stomach dropped.
“I thought he died.”
“He disappeared.”
“Why?”
“Because Evelyn sent him away.”
Rachel stared.
“Why would she protect him?”
“Because he knew where the money came from.”
Rachel looked at the broken lock.
“Then find him.”
Helena nodded.
“I'm already trying.”
That night, Rachel returned home.
Cole was waiting outside.
She stopped.
“What are you doing here?”
“I want to talk.”
“You need to leave.”
“This is my home.”
“No.”
She opened the door.
“This is mine.”
Cole followed.
“You think owning a company makes you powerful?”
Rachel turned.
“No.”
“I think surviving you did.”
He stared.
“What?”
She touched the bruise on her cheek.
“You thought breaking me would make me easier to control.”
She stepped closer.
“You were wrong.”
Cole's expression darkened.
“You have no idea what you're getting into.”
“Then tell me.”
He said nothing.
Rachel smiled.
“That's what I thought.”
She closed the door.
Cole stood outside.
His phone rang.
Brooke.
“You have to leave town.”
“Why?”
“Because Rachel found the trust.”
Cole looked up at the house.
“What are you saying?”
“I'm saying Uncle Daniel is coming back.”
Cole's face changed.
“Impossible.”
Brooke whispered:
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“He isn't dead.”
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