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“My turn!” I say. “I move to have Eve Bancroft stripped of her position as chairwoman of the board and removed from the board entirely on the grounds that she is an impediment to the company and I do not believe we can move forward with her among our ranks.”

“You piece of shit,” Eve sneers.

This is the first time I’ve ever seen her come undone. I have to admit, it’s weirdly satisfying.

“I second the motion,” Francis says.

“Those for…?” I say, and every hand in the room is raised, including Mitchell’s.

“Is there any need to call for a vote against?” I chuckle.

Eve stands, straightens her jacket, glares at Mitchell, and without another word storms out of the room.

“Next, I move to have Mitchell Davenport expelled from the board on the grounds that he, too, has become an impediment to the company,” I say.

“You can’t do this. I voted with you to kick Eve out,” Mitchell says.

“Yeah, that only shows how two-faced you are. We can’t trust you to do what’s right for the company. You only back the horse you think will favor you. That’s not what we need.”

“I second the motion,” Francis says.

“Those in favor…?”

Again, every hand in the room goes up, except Mitchell’s.

“This is not the end of this.” Mitchell shoots to his feet then clumsily forces his way out of the room.

I’ve done it.

Not only have I held onto my seat as CEO ofHarris Tech, I’ve gotten rid of Eve and Mitchell.

Now I can go back to the business of making my company great.

The world has no idea what’s about to happen.

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NAOMI

Iknow I should be grateful to be alive, but man does it suck to have a broken leg.

It’s not just the pain, although that’s a big part of it. A lot of it has to do with not being able to move around as freely as I would like.

I hate myself for complaining because Reid has gone out of his way to make everything easy for me.

When I got home, Reid made the entire house wheelchair-accessible. There are ramps, handrails, and pulleys everywhere. He even installed mechanized chairs on every staircase. So I’m isolated from no part of the house.

It’s been five weeks since I got back home from the hospital. I did so in a wheelchair, but now I am on crutches.

Although Ruth is helping with Ethan’s care, I can’t help but feel guilty that she’s taking on too much. She insists that it’s fine, but I know she is running herself ragged. That’s why I try to do as much as I can where Ethan is concerned.

It usually tires me out, but that’s fine because the energy I spend with Ethan is replenished by Reid. Although he is busy at work with the merger, which I’m glad I convinced Dad to seriously consider, he makes sure to be around the house as much as possible, playing nursemaid. I would be irritated by it if it wasn’t so cute.

Even now, after five weeks, Reid still fusses over me. I think my accident terrified him. He’s become a hypochondriac on my behalf. One time, I had a headache and he was convinced it was a brain bleed. Even though he hauled me to the hospital and the doctor told him it was fine, he still had a hard time sleeping that night.

If the roles were reversed, I probably would be acting worse. So I don’t hold it against him.

The one silver lining about this whole thing is that I nap way more than I used to. My sleep habits have been something I’ve needed to work on for the last couple of years. Ever since the accident though, I haven’t had to worry about it.

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