Turn the Tables

A momentary pause later, he turned the room's attention to me. "And that someone is my wife, Wendy Jefferson! Not only did she throw a tantrum at the company's celebration party, she also, before the public eye, pushed and harmed a pregnant employee, Rochelle Wood! To call her actions dastardly is an understatement!"

He continued, "It has affected the public negatively and shaken the reputation of the company, not to mention the bottom line of the shareholders! As president of the company, on behalf of a majority of the shareholders, I hereby propose that we strip Wendy Jefferson of all her shares and company title, effective immediately!"

Most of the shareholders agreed right away.

"Mr. Grayson's right! That is the right move!"

"Wendy must take up responsibility for her behavior. She cannot stay, lest she hurts the company more!"

Rochelle couldn't hold back her greed anymore. "Wendy is a slut who schemed and plotted her way into a marriage by sleeping with Mr. Grayson! She's a barren bitch who goes after a pregnant employee because she's jealous! And now look what happened to the share prices!"

She persuaded, "Please, cast your votes now! The company does not need useless maggots like her! Unseat her!"

"A scheming, plotting bitch who slept with Mr. Grayson?" I rephrased it quietly, then I added, "I don't think you should call yourself a bitch, Ms. Wood."

"What?" That froze the smug look on Rochelle's face. "I am not—That's nonsense! It's slander!"

"Is it, really?" I sneered and turned my gaze to Matthew. "So, you're saying your baby isn't Mr. Grayson's? What about you, Matthew? Do you think so too?"

That twisted Matthew's expression. He was not expecting me to expose this scandal in this meeting, but now that we'd crossed that bridge, he tore off his mask.

"So, you know, then all the more reason for you to back off and let her take your place. It's the smart move. Since we got married, you did nothing for the company's operations, let alone expansion.

"Yes, they call you a shareholder, but you barely did anything. Only I can lead us to profit. The voting is just formality. It's your last shred of dignity. Don't push your luck!"

My eyes swept every single soul in the conference room like they were clowns juggling clowns in a circus.

I said calmly. "Very well, then I guess I should leave a parting gift. Leslie, turn on the projector."

Leslie said, "Yes, Mrs. Grayson."

Matthew scoffed. "You're calm, for someone the shareholders are about to kick out. Is this your ace in the hole? Or do you think no one can kick you out because you control the absolute majority of the shares? You gave your shares to me as a wedding gift, remember? You have no chance to turn this arou—"

The projector's screen lit up, showing everyone a clear picture of the latest data and shareholder hierarchy.

The name and percentage shown on the top of the list hit everyone like a sledgehammer, and silence grasped their souls.

Matthew shot up from his seat, and Rochelle stood up straighter. Their eyes were on the screen, and their gazes were filled with terror and panic.

"This can't be!"