The answer came in unison, loud and resolute—a declaration that they intended to band together and force me out.
Beulah gritted her teeth and hauled herself upright, leaning against Terry for support.
"Olive, this company answers to us now!"
I didn't get angry. I just smiled at her.
Terry and these shareholders wouldn't have dared to make a move against me unless they had another card to play.
Sure enough, I was right.
Terry reached into his bag and produced a contract, holding it out in front of me.
"Honestly, I never wanted to destroy you completely. You were my fiancée, after all."
"I was going to let you sell your shares, take the money, and walk away quietly. But you just had to be ungrateful. You had to fight me at every turn."
"This mess you're in right now? You brought it on yourself."
I arched a brow, my eyes locked on his.
"What exactly are you getting at, Terry?"
"What am I getting at?" He barked out a laugh. "I'm telling you to get lost!"
He flipped the contract open and let out a triumphant laugh.
"Olive, open those eyes of yours and read carefully. This is a share-transfer agreement—signed by your own hand."
My mind went blank.