Chapter 7 - The Gala
The news of Lachlan's potential recovery spread through the company like a raging wildfire.
They had absolutely no time to change their strategy, as the annual corporate charity gala was scheduled for that very evening.
Lachlan was required to attend the massive event, completely surrounded by the board members who desperately wanted him dead.
"I will be your eyes tonight," Thea promised as she adjusted the collar of his tailored tuxedo.
She wore a stunning emerald green gown, looking every bit the confident wife of a billionaire CEO.
They entered the grand ballroom, instantly drawing the calculating stares of every executive in the room.
Lachlan gripped his cane tightly, tapping it against the marble floor with practiced, deliberate blindness.
During the cocktail hour, several board members approached them, clearly testing the waters.
One particularly vicious executive intentionally bumped a waiter, sending a heavy crystal glass flying directly toward Lachlan's face.
Lachlan saw the glass coming, but his sheer willpower forced him to remain completely motionless.
Thea moved with lightning speed, catching the glass effortlessly before it could strike him.
"You really should watch your step, gentlemen," Thea smiled coldly, placing the glass back on a tray.
The board members exchanged nervous glances, their cruel test completely thwarted.
Suddenly, the string quartet stopped playing, and the room fell entirely silent.
Julian Voss stepped onto the grand stage, tapping the microphone to command the crowd's attention.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it is with a heavy heart that I must address the future of our great company," Julian announced.
"Due to my nephew's severe and permanent physical disability, the board has convened an emergency session."
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Julian held up a thick legal document with a victorious smirk.
"We have officially voted to remove Lachlan Voss as CEO, effective immediately."
