“SkyGrid,” Christian whispered, staring at Geneva in shock. “It was you the whole time.”
“I organized your chaos and corrected your disastrous expansion plans when you were running out of cash,” she replied. “I wrote the emails that saved your reputation and used my own savings to keep the lights on while you were busy taking credit for my vision.”
Every sentence she spoke seemed to make him shrink further into his expensive leather chair.
“That doesn’t prove anything because Christian is still the CEO and the company belongs to him,” Kimberly shouted.
Robert turned his head slightly toward her, his expression one of pure disdain.
“You must be the mistress who thought she was getting a promotion today,” he said coldly. “I suggest you stay quiet because you are not going to enjoy what happens next.”
Christian tried to fix his jacket and regain some semblance of his former arrogance.
“Look, Mr. Sterling, if this is a family matter, we can sit down and talk like professionals,” he pleaded.
Robert smiled without a hint of warmth and slid a digital tablet across the table.
“No, what happened here was a display of your true character when you think no one of consequence is watching,” Robert said.