My male boss didn’t know I own 90% of the company stock. He sneered that we don’t need incompetent people like you, leave. I smiled politely and said fine, fire me. He thought he’d won, like my badge was my power

Marianne continued, “We are also appointing an interim head of operations, effective today.”

She looked to the end of the table. “Caleb Morgan.”

Caleb—our plant director, the one Derek used to ignore—sat up straighter, stunned.

“And,” Marianne added, “the board is rescinding Olivia Wren’s termination, effective immediately.”

Derek’s mouth opened, then shut.

He tried one last move, voice sharper. “So she’s just going to waltz in and take over because she’s rich?”

I met his eyes. “No,” I said. “I’m going to fix what you broke because I’m responsible.”

He scoffed, desperate. “This is a power trip.”

Marianne ended it. “Derek, you’re done speaking for the company.”