Tristan Michelson
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The chairman vote eventually commenced on Friday after work hours.
I walked in at exactly 5:00 p.m., wearing my favorite suit. It wasn’t my favorite before today but Nicole had picked it out for me in the morning. It was hard because she had to describe it over the phone while I had to find it based on her description.
Sebastian was already seated near the head of the table, adjacent to the board chairman, looking like he hadn’t slept in days. His eyes were bloodshot, his usual smugness replaced by barely contained rage. It gave me a sick sense of satisfaction.
Chairman Martin cleared his throat as I took my seat opposite Sebastian. “We all know why we’re here. Recent events have forced us to re-evaluate the succession for the Chairman position. Today, we finally
