I stared at Brendan while water continued to drip from my hair. “Arthur,” I said, “activate Protocol Seven.”
The room changed.
Diane’s smirk weakened. Jessica lowered her glass. Brendan’s eyes narrowed, searching my face for the punchline he desperately needed to exist.
Arthur was silent for a moment. When he spoke again, his voice had dropped. “Cassidy, if I do that, the Morrisons could lose everything. Are you certain?”
Brendan pushed back from the table. “What is Protocol Seven?”
I did not look away from him.
Protocol Seven was not a bluff. It was the clause I had drafted during the divorce, the one designed to protect the company from reckless executive abuse
Chapter 4: The Empire Freezes
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