Brett's POV

The emergency board meeting they called without me is scheduled for noon. I know because my own security team intercepted the emails.

"They're staging a coup," Marcus says, pacing my office like a caged tiger, his footsteps sharp against the marble floor. "Harold's been calling investors all morning. Margaret's got half the social register convinced you've lost your mind."

I lean back in my leather chair, surprisingly calm. "Have I?" I ask, reviewing the morning's financial reports ...