Chapter 5
I didn’t sleep that night.
I sat in the dark, going over every name, every face, every possible person Julian could have working for him on the board, in the company, in the police, anywhere.
I couldn’t find the leak.
But I knew it was there.
The board meeting was at nine a.m.
I arrived at eight, Elias right beside me, the security team sweeping the room, checking for bugs, for weapons, for anything out of place.
Arthur was already there, looking older, tired, his face pale.
He pulled me aside before the others arrived.
“I have to tell you something,” he said, his voice rough. “Julian called me last night. From jail. Offered me fifty million dollars to vote against you today. Said if I didn’t, he’d leak the photos he has of my son. The ones from college. The ones that would ruin his political career. I’m sorry, Iris. I can’t do it. I have to vote against you. I have no choice.”
My heart sank.
Arthur.
My sure vote.
Gone.
Just like that.
“I understand,” I said, even though I didn’t, even though it felt like a knife in the back. “Family comes first. I get it.”
He nodded, looking ashamed, unable to meet my eyes.
“I’m sorry,” he said again.
He walked away.
Elias came over, his face tight, having heard every word.
“That’s it,” he said. “We’re deadlocked. Two votes for you—me and Victoria. Two against—Julian’s remaining guys. Arthur abstains or votes against. We can’t win. We need another vote. And there is no other vote. The bylaws say only seven board members. We can’t add one. Not today.”
I thought fast.
Julian’s two remaining board members.
Richard Torres and David Chen.
Both had been on the take from Julian for years.
Both had secrets.
Big ones.
Secrets I knew.
Secrets I’d been saving for a rainy day.
“Get Richard on the phone,” I said. “Tell him I want to see him. In the parking garage. Right now. Alone. No lawyers. No witnesses. Tell him I have the photos of him with the eighteen-year-old intern from last summer. The ones his wife doesn’t know about. The ones that would cost him half his fortune in a divorce.”
Elias’s eyes went wide.
“You’re gonna blackmail him?” he said.
“I’m gonna give him a choice,” I said. “Vote for me today. And I’ll destroy the photos. Never mention them again. He keeps his wife. His money. His reputation. Or he votes against me. And every tabloid in the country gets them by noon. His choice.”
Elias smiled.
“Now you’re thinking like a CEO,” he said.
I met Richard in the parking garage five minutes later, the concrete cold, the lights buzzing, him shifting nervously, looking over his shoulder every two seconds.
“You wouldn’t,” he said, when I showed him the thumb drive with the photos. “You’re not like Julian. You’re not like Helen. You’re better than this.”
“Am I?” I said. “You watched Julian steal my company. You watched him abuse me for ten years. You watched Helen kidnap my daughter. And you did nothing. You took his money. You voted his way. Every single time. You’re not better than them, Richard. You’re just quieter. So don’t stand there and tell me I’m not playing fair. Fair left this building three years ago, when my father was buried and Julian took his chair. Now. What’s it gonna be? Vote for me. Or lose everything.”
He stared at me for a long time.
Then he held out his hand.
“One vote,” he said. “Today. But if this ever gets out. If anyone ever finds out I switched. I will deny everything. And I will come after you. Clear?”
“Clear,” I said, shaking his hand.
One vote.
Three total.
Enough.
I walked back into the building, heading for the boardroom, my head held high.
I was almost there when my phone rang.
The school.
Lily’s principal.
Her voice was tight, scared.
“Mrs. Vance?” she said. “You need to come. Now. There’s been an incident. Lily is okay. Physically. But… you need to see this.”
My blood ran cold.
I ran back to the elevator, Elias right behind me.
“What is it?” he said.
“Lily,” I said. “The school. Something happened.”
We drove fast, running every red light, sirens from the security car behind us clearing the way.
I ran into the school, the principal waiting for me in the office, her face white.
Lily was sitting on the couch, Rosa beside her, holding her, her face streaked with tears, her favorite rabbit torn to pieces in her lap.
On the desk in front of them was a large envelope.
Covered in Lily’s favorite stickers.
Addressed to her.
In glitter pen.
She’d opened it.
Inside were dozens of photos.
Photos of me.
From the hospital.
From the night Julian had broken the beer bottle on my arm.
From every time he’d hit me.
Graphic.
Horrible.
Photos no seven-year-old should ever see.
And a note, written in big, colorful letters, like a child had written it.
Your mommy is a bad lady. She did all these things to herself to get your daddy in trouble. She doesn’t love you. She never did. She’s just using you to get money. Soon she’ll go to jail, and you’ll have to live in an orphanage forever. No one will ever love you.
I dropped to my knees in front of Lily, pulling her into my arms, holding her so tight.
“Baby,” I said, crying. “Baby, no. None of that is true. None of it. I love you more than anything in the whole world. Those photos are bad men who hurt Mommy. But they’re gone now. They can’t hurt us anymore. I promise. I promise.”
She sobbed into my chest, her little body shaking.
“Is it true, Mommy?” she said, her voice breaking. “Are you gonna go to jail? Am I gonna have to live with no one?”
“Never,” I said. “Never ever ever. I am never going anywhere. I am never leaving you. Those are lies. Bad lies from bad people who want to hurt us. But they can’t. Because we’re strong. Right? You and me? We’re the strongest team there is. Remember?”
She nodded, crying, clinging to me.
The principal handed me the envelope.
“It was slipped under her classroom door,” she said. “No one saw who did it. We’re checking the cameras. But whoever it was knew the schedule. Knew when the teacher stepped out. We’re so sorry, Mrs. Vance. So sorry.”
I stood up, Lily still in my arms, the photos in my other hand, my grief turning to white-hot rage so fast it made me shake.
Julian.
It had to be.
From his jail cell, he’d sent someone.
Someone who could get into the school.
Someone who knew Lily’s class.
Someone who wanted to break her.
To break me.
“Elias,” I said, my voice ice cold. “I don’t care what it costs. I don’t care who you have to talk to. I want every guard in that prison fired. I want every phone taken. I want Julian in solitary confinement. No visitors. No calls. No letters. Nothing. And I want whoever did this. Today. Before the sun goes down. Find them. And make sure they never get within a mile of my daughter again.”
Elias nodded, already on the phone, barking orders.
I carried Lily out to the car, Rosa right beside us, both of us holding her, telling her over and over how much we loved her, how none of it was true, how she was safe.
I couldn’t go to the board meeting now.
I couldn’t leave her.
Not like this.
But if I didn’t go, we lost.
Julian won.
Helen won.
Everything I’d fought for was gone.
I looked down at Lily, asleep now, exhausted from crying, her head on Rosa’s shoulder.
“Take her home,” I said to Rosa. “Double the security. No one in. No one out. Not even the mailman. I don’t care if it’s the president. No one gets through. Call me the second anything happens. Anything.”
Rosa nodded.
“Go,” she said. “Win. For her. For all of us.”
I got in the other car, heading back to the Langford building, the photos still in my hand, my heart hard, my mind clear.
Julian wanted a war.
Fine.
I’d give him one.
I walked into the boardroom five minutes late, the room quiet, everyone staring at me, wondering why I looked like I’d been to hell and back.
I sat down at the head of the table, the CEO chair, the one my father had sat in for thirty years.
I didn’t say anything for a long time.
I just looked at each of them.
Arthur.
Ashamed.
Richard.
Nervous.
Victoria.
Curious.
David Chen.
Julian’s last remaining loyalist, smug, smiling, like he already knew he’d won.
And Elias.
Steady.
Ready.
“Let’s get to it,” I said, my voice rough, but strong. “We all know why we’re here. Julian and Helen are in jail. They destroyed this company. They hurt a lot of people. Including my seven-year-old daughter this morning, when someone working for Julian slipped graphic photos of my abuse under her classroom door, with a note telling her I was going to jail and she’d end up in an orphanage.”
The room went dead silent.
Arthur’s head snapped up.
Richard went pale.
David Chen’s smile faltered.
Victoria’s eyes went cold.
“So before we vote,” I said, standing up, leaning over the table. “I want to be very clear about what we’re voting for today. This isn’t just about who runs a company. This is about what kind of people we are. Are we the kind of people who let men like Julian and women like Helen get away with poisoning, stealing, kidnapping, and hurting little girls? Or are we the kind of people who stand up. Who fight back. Who make sure justice is done. Who build something better for the kids who come after us. My father built this company on trust. On hard work. On doing the right thing even when it’s hard. And that’s what I’m gonna do. Starting today. Starting right now.”
I looked at David Chen.
The last loyalist.
The one who thought he was safe.
“And David,” I said, my voice sharp. “Before you vote, you should know. I have the bank records. The ones showing Julian paid you twelve million dollars over the last three years to approve his bad deals. To look the other way while he stole from the company. To help him forge my father’s will. The SEC has them too. You can vote against me today. You can try to drag this out. But by the end of the week, you’ll be in a cell right next to Julian. And your wife will find out about the second family you have in Miami. The wife and two kids you’ve been supporting for five years. The one she knows nothing about. Your choice.”
David Chen’s face went from smug to white to green in three seconds.
He stared at me, his mouth opening and closing.
“All those in favor of appointing Iris Langford as permanent CEO of Langford Group,” Elias said, loud and clear.
I raised my hand.
Elias raised his.
Victoria raised hers.
Richard raised his, fast, not looking at anyone.
Arthur hesitated for half a second, then slowly raised his hand too.
Five votes.
A landslide.
David Chen sat there, frozen, his hand still on the table, not moving.
“Opposed?” Elias said.
Nothing.
“Motion carried,” Elias said, banging the gavel.
The room let out a collective breath.
It was done.
I was CEO.
I’d won.
The board filed out, one by one, Arthur stopping to squeeze my shoulder on his way out, Richard hurrying past like his pants were on fire, David Chen leaving with the FBI agents who were already waiting for him by the door.
Victoria was the last to leave.
She stopped in front of me, holding out her hand.
“Congratulations, CEO,” she said, a small smile on her face. “You earned it. And for the record? If you ever need anything. Anything at all. You call me. Julian and Helen messed with the wrong family. Both of ours.”
She walked out.
I sat there, alone in the big boardroom, the weight of everything finally hitting me.
Ten years.
Ten years of hell.
Of abuse.
Of fear.
Of hiding.
Of planning.
And now it was mine.
All of it.
My father’s company.
My life.
My daughter.
I pulled my phone out, calling Rosa, needing to hear Lily’s voice, needing to know she was okay.
She answered on the first ring.
“Is it done?” she said.
“It’s done,” I said, crying a little, smiling. “I won. We won.”
“Thank god,” she said. Then her voice changed. Tight. Scared. “Iris… there’s someone here to see you. Says he’s your brother. Says he’s been in Europe for ten years. Says he has information about your father. About who really killed him. Says Julian didn’t act alone.”
My blood ran cold.
My brother.
Daniel.
Who’d left home when I was seventeen, after a huge fight with our father, who I hadn’t seen or heard from in thirteen years.
Who everyone thought was dead.
“What does he look like?” I said, my voice shaking.
“Tall,” Rosa said. “Dark hair. Your eyes. Has an old photo of you two as kids. Says his name is Daniel Langford. And he says the real killer is still out there. Someone much more powerful than Julian. Someone we never suspected.”
I stood up, grabbing my coat, running for the door.
The war wasn’t over.
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It had barely even started.
And the biggest secret of all was about to come out.
