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: The Quiet Coup

Six weeks had passed since Katherine Vale walked out of the boardroom with her interim CEO title still technically in place. Six weeks of calculated silence from her end. No leaks. No press conferences. No public attacks. Just quiet, methodical moves behind the scenes—board members quietly courted, shareholders gently pressured, client relationships nurtured with personal calls and private dinners. She didn’t shout. She didn’t threaten. She simply worked.

And she was winning.
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