“Who respects someone who only plays dirty tricks behind the scenes?”
Madison sneered, then suddenly kicked Aunt Grace to the ground. Her eyes hardened as she ground her heel into Grace’s hand.
“You’re nothing! Who the hell do you think you are to lecture me?”
I hurled an ashtray at her, but her men intercepted it.
“Madison, let her go!”
She turned back to meet my furious eyes, smiling mockingly.
“Sis—or should I say, Queen of Wall Street—have you made your choice yet?”
“Everyone says you’re daddy’s girl, so let’s see—between family and power, which will you choose?”
“If you give up your father’s ashes for ambition, how are you any different from me? Just another beast, right, Grace?”
She stomped down on Grace’s hand again, making her scream in agony.
I knew she was using this to intimidate me and send a warning to the board members who backed me.
“Damn it, the stock’s already at 25! If she forces Olivia to sell now, she’ll never recover.”
The room fell silent as everyone stared at the screen—the stock I’d bought kept climbing.
Madison walked to the window, holding my father’s urn.
“Olivia, I’ll count to three. If you don’t sell, your father’s ashes go flying.”