Marshall tried to blame Nadia, then tried tears, and when neither worked he slammed the armrest and swore he’d fight every filing in court.
“Please do,” I said, leaning across the table.
“The day you file a response is the day federal prosecutors receive a certified audit of every illegal deposit you ever made.” He signed everything.
Chapter 8 — The Chair I Left Empty
That evening my father called me into his study and asked me to come back as chief executive officer of Rollins Global.
Over the past year the company had hemorrhaged government contracts worth hundreds of millions — all, we now understood, after Marshall had gained access to our confidential bidding data.
I accepted, and not for revenge.
I accepted because I finally saw the pattern: Marshall hadn’t just embezzled.
He had methodically removed me from the business, one deferral at a time, so that the gates would be standing wide open when the real attack came.
And it was coming.