-Elizabeth-
I stared at the blinking cursor on my email screen, each flash echoing the pulse of doubt surging through my veins. It was a clear and straightforward email from Per-Ron—short, impersonal, yet laden with implications that sent a chill down my spine. Nathan Dobrovsky, the new CEO, was calling an immediate shareholders' meeting. The phrase "main objectives" felt like a dagger aimed right at my family's legacy. I had fought too hard for this company to let it float aimlessly on the whims of someone without deep roots in its foundations. My father, oblivious to the potential chaos brewing beneath Dobrovsky's smooth veneer, would undoubtedly support whatever changes were proposed; he had confirmed it, taking Nathan's side.
But me? No, I wouldn't allow him to tear apart the very e
