Chapter 2
The silence after the waiter spoke felt heavier than the music had.
Chad recovered first.
He laughed.
“That’s ridiculous.”
Nobody joined him.
Brooke looked from Chad to me.
“What does he mean, your company?”
I didn’t answer her.
I turned to the waiter.
“Where is he?”
“Downstairs.”
“Take me.”
I reached for my cane beside the wheelchair.
Isabella stepped closer.
“Do you need help?”
The question was quiet.
Not pitying.
That mattered.
“I’d appreciate it.”
She didn’t grab me.
She simply stood close enough that I could steady myself if needed.
Brooke moved in front of us.
“Ethan.”
I stopped.
“What?”
Her eyes were fixed on my legs.
“You can walk.”
“Yes.”
“You told me you couldn’t.”
“No.”
“You let me believe it.”
“I told you my recovery was uncertain.”
“That’s the same thing.”
“It isn’t.”
Chad stepped beside her.
“This is some kind of stunt.”
I looked at him.
“You seem nervous.”
“I’m not.”
“Good.”
I smiled faintly.
“Then you won’t mind waiting.”
He moved closer.
“If someone is spreading lies about me, I deserve to be there.”
“No.”
His face hardened.
“This concerns me.”
“It concerns my company.”
Brooke laughed sharply.
“Your company?”
She looked around.
“What exactly are you talking about?”
That was when one of the older men near the stage slowly approached.
Henry Caldwell.
Chairman of Caldwell Financial.
A man who had known my father for thirty years.
He stopped beside me.
“Ethan.”
“Henry.”
His eyes flicked toward Chad.
“Do you need witnesses?”
Chad looked suddenly uneasy.
I shook my head.
“Not yet.”
Henry nodded once.
“I’ll be upstairs.”
Brooke stared at him.
Then at me.
Something was beginning to change in her expression.
I could almost see her revising everything she thought she knew.
I headed toward the service corridor.
Isabella walked beside me.
Behind us, the ballroom erupted in whispers.
Once the doors closed, she exhaled.
“That was…”
“Dramatic?”
“I was going to say insane.”
I laughed.
“Better.”
We entered the staff elevator.
She looked at my cane.
“Does walking hurt?”
“Yes.”
“Then why were you using the wheelchair?”
“Because I still need it for long periods.”
“And because of the experiment?”
I looked at her.
“You really are observant.”
She shrugged.
“Occupational hazard.”
The elevator descended.
“What did you mean when you said people show themselves when they think you’re powerless?” she asked.
I stared at the numbers above the door.
“My father died two years ago.”
“I’m sorry.”
“He built Vance Capital from almost nothing.”
She froze.
“Vance Capital?”
“You’ve heard of it.”
“Everyone has.”
That was an exaggeration.
But not a large one.
My family’s company owned interests in hotels, shipping, construction, healthcare, and technology firms.
I had become CEO after my father’s death.
Then my accident happened.
Rumors spread that the board wanted me removed.
Some people began preparing for my failure.
Chad apparently prepared faster than most.
“Does Brooke know?”
“She knows my family has money.”
“But not…”
“Not the full structure.”
The elevator opened.
A security officer waited outside with a nervous man wearing a gray suit.
The stranger held a thick envelope.
“Mr. Vance?”
“Yes.”
“My name is Daniel Price.”
I recognized it.
“You work for Mercer Development.”
His surprise confirmed it.
“Accounting.”
Chad’s company.
Or rather, the company he told everyone was his.
In reality, Vance Capital had quietly financed much of it.
“Why are you here?”
Daniel looked toward security.
“I need protection.”
“From Chad?”
He nodded.
I gestured toward a private conference room.
Inside, Daniel placed the envelope on the table.
My general counsel, Rebecca Shaw, appeared on a video call after I texted her.
Isabella remained near the door.
I noticed.
“You can go back upstairs if you need to.”
She hesitated.
“My supervisor is probably looking for me.”
“Go.”
She looked at me.
“Are you okay?”
That question almost caught me off guard.
Not because I was injured.
Because she sounded like she actually cared.
“I will be.”
She nodded and left.
Daniel opened the envelope.
Bank records.
Vendor contracts.
Internal spreadsheets.
Copies of invoices.
“What am I looking at?”
“Fake construction suppliers.”
He pointed.
“These companies don’t exist.”
Rebecca’s voice came through the screen.
“How much?”
Daniel swallowed.
“Almost four million.”
My jaw tightened.
“From Mercer Development?”
“Yes.”
“That company’s loans are guaranteed through Vance.”
“I know.”
“Who authorized the payments?”
“Chad.”
“Anyone else?”
Daniel looked frightened.
“Your board member.”
I went still.
“Which one?”
He slid a document toward me.
A signature appeared at the bottom.
Victor Lang.
One of my father’s oldest executives.
A man who had visited me in the hospital.
A man who had squeezed my shoulder and told me to focus on healing.
Rebecca became very quiet.
“Daniel,” she said, “how did you get these?”
“I handled reconciliation.”
“And why come forward tonight?”
He looked at me.
“Because they were going to blame you.”
I stared at him.
“What?”
“Mr. Mercer said once the board removed you, they’d disclose the losses and say your bad investments caused them.”
My hands tightened.
So that was the plan.
Not merely steal.
Destroy my reputation afterward.
“Why tonight?”
Daniel glanced toward the ceiling.
“Because Chad told us tomorrow morning the board vote was guaranteed.”
My pulse slowed.
Not from relief.
From clarity.
My accident had created an opening.
Chad and Victor had decided to use it.
Brooke might not have known.
Or maybe she did.
“Where are the originals?”
“Company server.”
“Can they delete them?”
“They’ve been trying.”
Rebecca spoke immediately.
“Do not let Daniel leave.”
Daniel stiffened.
She corrected herself.
“For his safety.”
I nodded toward security.
“Put him somewhere secure. Bring food. Nobody sees him without Rebecca’s authorization.”
Daniel looked relieved.
Before he left, I asked one question.
“Why help me?”
He paused.
“My father lost his company because people like Chad stole from it.”
Then he looked me in the eye.
“I couldn’t watch it happen again.”
After he left, I stood alone in the conference room.
Four million dollars.
A board betrayal.
A planned coup.
And upstairs, Chad was probably still pretending to be untouchable.
My phone buzzed.
BROOKE.
Come back upstairs NOW.
I almost smiled.
Then another message arrived.
You’re embarrassing me.
Not asking whether I was okay.
Not asking what Chad had done.
She was worried about embarrassment.
I put the phone away.
When I returned to the ballroom twenty minutes later, the room changed the moment I entered.
Brooke marched toward me.
“What did that man tell you?”
I looked at Chad.
He tried to appear bored.
“It was nonsense.”
“You already know what he said?”
Chad’s jaw tightened.
Brooke turned toward him.
“You said you didn’t know who he was.”
“I don’t.”
I looked toward the stage.
Then at the hundreds of guests.
“Perfect.”
Brooke frowned.
“What?”
I handed my cane to a nearby attendant.
Then I stepped onto the stage.
The event host froze.
I took the microphone.
“Ladies and gentlemen, forgive the interruption.”
The room went silent.
“My name is Ethan Vance.”
A murmur moved through the crowd.
Some knew.
Some clearly didn’t.
“I was invited tonight as a donor.”
I looked directly at Chad.
“What most of you do not know is that Vance Capital is also the largest private financial backer behind Mercer Development.”
Chad’s face went white.
Brooke slowly turned toward him.
I continued.
“And effective immediately, due to evidence of possible financial misconduct, that funding is frozen.”
Gasps erupted.
Chad stepped forward.
“You can’t do that.”
I looked at him.
“I just did.”
He started toward the stage.
Security intercepted him.
Brooke stared at me.
Then Chad.
Then me again.
“You funded him?”
“Apparently.”
Her lips parted.
Chad began shouting about contracts.
I ignored him.
Then I saw Isabella standing near the back wall.
She wasn’t smiling.
She wasn’t impressed.
She was simply watching me.
Exactly the same way she had when she thought I was powerless.
That mattered more than anything else in the room.
I handed the microphone back.
Before I left the stage, Brooke grabbed my sleeve.
“Ethan.”
I looked at her hand.
She released me.
“We need to talk.”
“No.”
“Please.”
For the first time all night, she sounded afraid.
Then Isabella’s supervisor approached us.
His face was furious.
He pointed toward Isabella.
“You.”
She stiffened.
“My office. Now.”
“What happened?” I asked.
He gave me an uncomfortable smile.
“Nothing that concerns you, sir.”
Isabella looked down.
“What did she do?”
He hesitated.
Then Brooke answered for him.
“She abandoned her section.”
I looked at her.
Brooke smiled coldly.
“I reported her.”
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And suddenly the next person I needed to deal with wasn’t Chad.
It was Brooke.
