Rebecca
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The boardroom was enormous, polished oak wood tables, walls lined with gold plaques and global awards.

The air smelled of expensive cologne, power and wealth.

Around the table, fifteen board members were seated, all dressed in designer suits.

An older man with silver hair and sharp eyes spoke first. "This is the long-awaited heir?" He said in disgust. "He looks like he drives a deadbeat taxi."

A few others chuckled.

Mr Kent simply cleared his throat. "Gentlemen, may I introduce Mr Lawrence Stiff, the sole heir to Mr Thomas Lance."

Lawrence straightened up.

Another man, younger this time, but arrogant, leaned forward.

"Please, Mr Stiff, tell me…do you understand what this company does?"

Lawrence's lips twitched. "Not yet, no. But I plan to be better than all those who do nothing but feed off the company."

The room went silent.

The silver-haired man's brow furrowed. "Excuse me?"

Lawrence took a careful step forward, placing his hand on the oak wood table. "You think I came all this way to get your approval? You think I came here to kiss your asses? I already have all the approval I need. And if you all were so damn good at your job, why is a total stranger, a perfect nobody, coming to rule over you?"

Smug faces began to slowly turn into angry and offended faces.

But nevertheless he continued.

"I'm here because this company, owned by the late CEO, has obviously been running on greed and fear since his death. That ends now, on my arrival."

Whispers broke out immediately, some frowned, many scoffed.

Kent watched quietly, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

The older silver-haired man finally rose from his seat, steaming. "You are clearly unqualified, disrespectful, poor, unproven and—"

Lawrence interrupted softly. "Unwanted?"

The man froze.

"Good," Lawrence continued. "That means I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be."

"Mr Kent!" Another yelled, trying to get Mr Kent to silence Lawrence.

"Mr Richard Kent doesn't answer to you or anyone else here, except the late CEO."

He paused for a brief moment, staring them all down.

"And me."

He leaned forward slightly, his voice cold and deliberate.

"Every single empire begins with someone nobody believed in or wanted. But Mr Kent does and so did your late CEO, and that's all that freaking matters."

He turned to Mr Kent. "I'll take the office right next to his. I start officially tomorrow."

Kent nodded. "Of course, sir."

The board members looked stunned.

As Lawrence walked toward the exit, one of the board members muttered under his breath but it was loud enough to be heard by Lawrence.

"Arrogant fool, he won't last a week."

Lawrence paused at the door and looked back just once.

"You're right," he said. "The older Lawrence wouldn't have, not even for a day. But this man standing right in front of you? He'll last forever."

He left the boardroom in silence.

Kent followed behind him, pride glinting faintly in his eyes.

"You handled them better than I expected, sir."

"They underestimated me, and that was their first mistake."

He whispered almost to himself.

"Rebecca…..I hope you're waiting patiently for me, because I'm building.”

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  • CHAPTER 102: THE RESTITUTION FRAMEWORK

    Nobody in Lawrence's inner circle saw it coming, and the fact that nobody saw it coming was part of why it worked.He did not discuss it with Isabelle first. He did not run it through Kent's cautious review process. He did not test it with Blackwell or workshop it with Elena or float it to the board as a proposal requiring approval. He drafted the press release himself at eleven o'clock on a Tuesday night, had his legal team review the structural language for two hours on Wednesday morning, and issued it to every major European financial newswire at noon.The release was four paragraphs. The headline read: LanceCorp CEO Lawrence Stiff announces establishment of the Lance Legacy Foundation, a four-billion-euro independent endowment for restitution of demonstrable harm caused by Thomas Lance's business practices, governed independently of LanceCorp management.Kent read it on his phone, called Lawrence immediately, and said, "You did not tell me.""No," Lawrence said."Four billion euro

  • CHAPTER 101: THE DEAL WITH ASHBY

    The lead lawyer's name was Claudia Vetter, and she had spent thirty-two years building a reputation for finding the precise boundary between what was legally permissible and what was legally catastrophic, and when Lawrence called her at seven in the morning she had already been awake for two hours."Give me the conclusion first," Lawrence said. "Then the reasoning.""The conclusion is that we have a defensible basis," Claudia said. "The confidentiality agreements you signed were drafted specifically to prevent public disclosure, disclosure to law enforcement in the prosecution sense, and disclosure to the media. They were not drafted to address formal information exchange between a private party and a foreign intelligence service under a bilateral security framework, because that is a category the drafting parties did not contemplate.""Which means?" Lawrence said."Which means there is a narrow but genuine legal argument that sharing the relevant Sentinel materials with MI6 under a s

  • CHAPTER 100: THE BRITISH INTELLIGENCE MEETING

    Robert Ashby arrived at the meeting without a briefcase, without an assistant, and without a single piece of paper, which told Lawrence more about him in the first thirty seconds than most people reveal in an hour.The meeting was held in a private room at a members-only club in Geneva that Lord Blackwell used for conversations that required discretion without theatrics, and Blackwell sat at the table long enough to make the introductions before excusing himself with the easy manner of a man who understood that his usefulness in this specific room had ended the moment both parties were seated.Ashby was in his mid-fifties, with the kind of face that did not advertise anything about its owner, and he spoke quietly and precisely, the way a person speaks when they have learned over a long career that unnecessary words create unnecessary complications."I appreciate you making the time," Ashby said."Lor

  • CHAPTER 99: THE INTERNAL REVOLT

    The complaint landed on Swiss prosecutors' desks at 9:14 AM, and by 9:47 AM Kent had a copy of the filing summary in his hands and was reading it with the expression of a man watching something historic happen at close range.Three names at the top of the document: Arthur Brennan. Margaret Cole. David Hartley.Three of Drayton's own people, filing a formal criminal complaint against the man who had recruited them, funded them, and built the entire structure they had operated inside for years. The charges were not vague. They were specific and documented: criminal conspiracy, extortion across multiple jurisdictions, and direct facilitation of The Prague Group's attempted assassination operations. The sworn statements were attached. The documentary evidence was attached. The filing was professionally prepared, which meant it had been in preparation for longer than yesterday, and someone with genuine legal expertise had helped these three indiv

  • CHAPTER 98: DRAYTON'S CALL

    Kent and Isabelle were already in the conference room when Lawrence arrived with his phone and Drayton's message on the screen, and the three of them spent the next three hours doing what they did best, which was arguing about the same question from three completely different angles without any of them being entirely wrong."It is a trap," Isabelle said, within the first five minutes. "He knows his organization is fracturing. He knows the Prague Group arrests are in the news. He wants to look at you face to face and assess how close you are to a position of genuine strength, because that tells him how much time he has left to cause damage.""That is possible," Kent said. "It is also possible that a man with four months left who has watched two of his own people meet privately with Lawrence, and the Prague Group dismantled through a legal channel, is reassessing whether the war he started is going to produce the result he wanted before he runs out of time to see it.""Which means what

  • CHAPTER 97: THE PRAGUE GROUP ELIMINATED

    Eleven days is a long time to wait when someone is building a plan to kill you, but it is also exactly how long it takes to build a plan that actually works, and Lawrence had learned enough in the past year to choose patience over speed when patience was the smarter option.Erik ran the eleven-day operation with the methodical discipline of someone who understood that incomplete intelligence was more dangerous than no intelligence at all. He worked with the information from the apprehended maintenance worker, cross-referenced against the operational communications Sebastian had provided from his Assembly period, and used Volkov's local contacts in France, Belgium, Germany, and Austria to fill in the gaps that official channels could not reach.On the eleventh day, Erik came to Lawrence's office and closed the door behind him."I have a complete picture," Erik said. "And I need you to make a decision.Lawrence set down what he was reading. "Tell me.""There is a safe house outside Lyon

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