Vivian smiles when you enter.
“Isabella. This is inappropriate. Your father needs rest, and this company needs stability.”
You set your bag on the table.
“Then you should leave.”
Marcus laughs. “You really think you can walk in after six years and take over?”
“No,” you say. “I think the trust documents can.”
Maya Chen enters behind you.
Then Arthur.
Then David slides a folder across the table.
Vivian’s smile falters.
You remain standing.
“Effective immediately, all authority claimed by Vivian Hale under documents executed after my father’s accident is suspended pending judicial review. Any attempted transfer of company shares, voting rights, or executive authority is frozen.”
Vivian’s voice sharpens. “You have no power here.”
Arthur adjusts his glasses.
“Actually, she does. Isabella Hale is named trust protector and emergency successor for voting control in the event of suspected incapacity or coercion affecting Richard Hale.”
Marcus stares at you.
“Since when?”
You look at him.
“Since my mother was smarter than your mother.”
The room goes deadly quiet.
Maya almost smiles.
