Julian laughed bitterly. "This is hostile. You're gutting my board, Ava."
Fade to black.
"That's not business," Julian said, paling. "That's black magic."
Suddenly, her phone erupted. Every single dirty deal she'd ever made—the fake invoices, the ruined careers, the father she'd bankrupted for a parking garage—went public. The flash drive she'd used on Julian? A ghost copy had just been emailed to every journalist in the world.
The next morning, Ava sat in her empty office. No assistants. No deals. Her board had voted her out in an emergency midnight meeting— unanimously .