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“Will do, Miles.”
Walking into my office, I set my briefcase down.
“The board members are on their way. What is going on?” Isla asked.
“My uncle suffered a stroke.”
“Oh my gosh. Is he okay?”
“He’s alive, but as far as being okay, no. I need a cup of coffee before I head to the board room.”
After Isla handed me my coffee, I entered the board room, where the board members sat, waiting for me.
“What’s this about, Miles?” Gary, one of the members, asked.
“Ben has had a stroke and will no longer be able to fulfill his position as this company’s CEO and Chairman of the board, asmy mother appointed him after her death. I will be taking over the company that is rightfully mine.”
“Your mother stipulated in her will that you will not take over until you’ve been married for a full year,” Gary said.
I glanced at Nolan.
“If Ben can no longer serve as chairman and CEO of Bradshaw Capital, the company's president shall step in and take over. The company is his, and rightfully so.”
“And how do you know that Ben won’t be back before your year is up?” Robert, one of the board members, asked.
“His doctor told me it could be months or even a year, if ever. I know you’ve all been on this board for many years and always stood behind my parent’s decisions. But they aren’t here anymore. I am. And if you don’t like it, I suggest you remove yourselves from the board. This is my company, and I’m running it as I see fit. Have a good day.” I walked out of the boardroom before they could say another word, and Nolan followed.
“I think it’s time for a fresh board of directors.” I glanced at him.
Chapter Twenty
Stella
“You’re six weeks pregnant, Stella.” Dr. Gregario smiled. “I’m going to send in a script for prenatal vitamins, and I want you to start taking them immediately. In the meantime, I’ll have my nurse come in and take you to the ultrasound room.”
“An ultrasound already?” I asked.
“I want to make sure everything is okay. Hang tight.”
As I sat on the table, swinging my legs back and forth, waiting for the nurse to walk in, my phone dinged with a text from Miles.
“I’m taking you out tonight. Be ready around seven o’clock.”
My brows furrowed.
“Why?”
“Because we have celebrating to do. I’ll talk to you later.”
I prayed to God we weren’t celebrating his uncle’s death. Shit. I knew Miles had issues, but that would be fucked up. I had to know.
“Please tell me your uncle didn’t pass away.”
“No. He didn’t. I’ll explain everything to you later.”
I let out a sigh of relief. The nurse walked in and led me to the ultrasound room. Lying on the table, Dr. Gregario performed the ultrasound.
“See this little sac right here?” He pointed to the screen. “That’s your baby.”
