Harold rose from his seat. “Robert, this is—”

“Sit down, Harold,” Hunter said. His voice carried unexpected steel. “Miss Ashford has the floor,” he said.

Harold sat down. His face had gone gray.

I looked around the table at twelve people who, until an hour earlier, had never considered me capable of anything. Now they waited for my decision.

The power to destroy my father’s career sat in my hands. I thought about what my grandmother would want. And I made my choice.

“I’m not proposing to remove Harold Ashford as CEO,” I said.