Chapter 6 - The Boardroom Coup
The thirty-second floor of the Vance Global Tower offered a panoramic view of Elliott Bay, where giant container ships moved like slow iron beasts across the dark water.
The boardroom was dead silent.
Twelve members of the executive committee and board of directors sat around the forty-foot table of polished Brazilian walnut. Grant sat at the head of the table, his tie pulled loose, dark purple half-moons carved under his eyes.
Across from him sat Julian Thorne, representing Apex Capital, impeccably dressed, a predatory smirk hovering on his lips.
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“Grant, we’ve reviewed your restructuring proposal,” Julian said, tapping a slim tablet. “Apex cannot extend the eleven-million-dollar cure period. You have until Friday at five o'clock to provide proof of unencumbered liquid collateral, or we declare a formal technical default and initiate foreclosure on your operating licenses.”
Grant leaned
