Chapter 7 - Nine O'Clock.
At 7:10 the next morning, Lauren signed herself out of the hospital against the nurse's recommendation.
The nurse made her repeat twice that she understood the discharge instructions.
Lauren did.
She simply did not agree that lying in a hospital bed while Victor Hale tried to sell Blake Meridian was a form of recovery.
Ethan helped her into a dark coat in the hallway.
"You can still stay here."
"And let Victor tell the board I'm too unstable to appear?"
"I didn't say that."
"You were thinking it."
Ethan looked at her.
"I was thinking you were locked in a concrete room yesterday."
Lauren buttoned the coat.
"And today I'm walking into my own company."
Noah stood beside Mark near the elevators.
He had changed into clean jeans and a gray sweatshirt Mark bought at the hospital gift shop because nobody wanted to return to the Blake house yet.
Lauren crouched carefully in front of him.
"You're going with Uncle Mark for a few hours."
Noah frowned.
"Where are you going?"
"To work."
"Why?"
"Because some adults made very bad decisions with paperwork."
Noah considered that.
"Aunt Claire?"
Lauren paused.
"Yes."
"And the lawyer?"
"Yes."
Noah looked at Ethan.
"Are you going too?"
"I am."
"Then don't sign anything."
Ethan stared at him.
Mark coughed into his fist to hide a laugh.
Lauren's mouth twitched for the first time since she was found.
"That's excellent advice," she said.
Ethan crouched beside Noah.
"I promise I will read every page."
"Both sides."
"Both sides."
Noah hugged him.
Then he hugged Lauren more carefully.
"Come back."
Lauren closed her eyes.
"I will."
Detective Reynolds met Ethan and Lauren in the hospital lobby.
"I still think this meeting should be virtual."
Lauren shook her head.
"Victor built this entire plan around people not seeing me."
"He knows you're alive now."
"The board knows there's a report."
Lauren's voice hardened.
"They need to see me walk into that room."
Reynolds did not argue again.
Two plainclothes officers followed their car downtown.
Blake Meridian occupied the top seven floors of a glass office tower overlooking the river.
Ethan had entered the building almost every weekday for fourteen years.
That morning, his access badge flashed red.
The security guard looked embarrassed.
"Mr. Blake, your credential was suspended yesterday."
Ethan stared at the scanner.
"I own this company."
The guard lowered his voice.
"I know, sir."
Lauren stepped forward.
"Try mine."
Her badge flashed red too.
Reynolds smiled without humor.
"That's useful."
"Useful?" Ethan asked.
"It shows somebody expected her to come back eventually."
The building manager arrived and let them through manually.
Employees stopped talking as Ethan and Lauren crossed the lobby.
Several stared openly at Lauren.
One woman covered her mouth.
Another began crying quietly beside the elevators.
Lauren kept walking.
"I hate this," she whispered.
Ethan stayed beside her.
"What?"
"Being looked at like a ghost."
"Then let's make them look at Victor instead."
The boardroom doors opened at 8:58.
Nine directors were already seated around the long walnut table.
Daniel Cross sat near the far end with his attorney and a police-approved copy of his audit memo.
Board chair Harriet Sloan stood when Lauren entered.
Harriet was sixty-three, silver-haired, and famous inside the company for never wasting a word.
For once, she had none.
Lauren stopped at the end of the table.
"Good morning."
Harriet stared at her.
"Lauren."
"Yes."
One director whispered, "My God."
Lauren removed her coat.
"I understand you're meeting because I'm dead."
Nobody answered.
"That seems worth correcting before anyone votes."
Harriet recovered first.
"This meeting is suspended."
A screen on the wall suddenly illuminated.
Victor Hale appeared by video.
Ethan's entire body went rigid.
Victor was in a plain room with white walls and no visible windows.
His dark suit was immaculate.
His voice was calm.
"There is no legal basis to suspend."
Harriet turned toward the screen.
"Victor, where are you?"
"That is irrelevant."
"The police would disagree," Lauren said.
Victor looked at her.
For the first time, the calm expression shifted.
Only slightly.
"Lauren."
"Surprised?"
"Relieved."
Ethan laughed once.
"You arranged her funeral."
Victor ignored him.
"The board should understand that Mrs. Blake's reappearance does not resolve the company's governance crisis."
Lauren stared at the screen.
"My reappearance?"
"You were missing for three days."
"I was locked in my basement."
"That allegation is being investigated."
Detective Reynolds stepped into the boardroom.
Victor's expression tightened again.
"It is more than an allegation," Reynolds said.
"Mr. Hale, you should speak to counsel before continuing."
Victor smiled faintly.
"Detective, I am counsel."
"Not for yourself today."
The directors shifted uncomfortably.
Harriet placed both hands on the table.
"Victor, did you prepare a succession package based on Lauren's death before her reported accident?"
"I prepare contingency documents routinely."
"Did you prepare a guardianship petition involving her son?"
"Privileged work product."
Ethan leaned forward.
"Did you forge my resignation?"
Victor's eyes moved to him.
"You signed multiple emergency authorizations."
"Not at 11:36 yesterday."
"Digital timestamps can be misleading."
"Not that misleading."
Daniel slid a folder toward Harriet.
"Neither can authorization logs from six months ago."
Victor's face changed.
Daniel opened the audit memo.
"I found a duplicate approval credential tied to my account."
Harriet read the first page.
"Why am I hearing about this now?"
Daniel looked ashamed.
"Because I was afraid."
One director scoffed.
"That is not an acceptable internal control procedure."
Daniel looked at him.
"No, it isn't."
Lauren stepped toward the table.
"Neither is conducting a sale based on a false death certificate."
That ended the argument.
Harriet closed the folder.
"No vote will occur today."
Victor's voice sharpened.
"You do not have authority to cancel a properly noticed special meeting."
Harriet looked directly at the camera.
"Watch me."
She turned to the corporate secretary.
"Record that the board has received credible evidence that the triggering event underlying today's agenda did not occur."
The secretary nodded.
"Also record that all authority granted to Victor Hale under emergency succession procedures is suspended pending independent review."
Victor leaned closer to his camera.
"Harriet, consider what you are doing."
"I am."
"The sale protects the company."
"From whom?"
Victor said nothing.
Harriet's voice became colder.
"Because right now, Victor, the person I am most interested in protecting it from is you."
The video disconnected.
Ethan stared at the blank screen.
Reynolds was already speaking into her phone.
"Trace the connection."
Harriet looked at Lauren.
"I owe you an apology."
Lauren shook her head.
"You owe me an independent audit."
Harriet almost smiled.
"You have one."
The board unanimously froze all pending transfers and revoked Victor's digital authority.
It should have felt like a victory.
Instead, Ethan kept thinking about Victor's last sentence.
The sale protects the company.
From whom?
Twenty minutes later, Reynolds received the trace.
She found Ethan and Lauren in the executive hallway.
"We located the connection source."
Ethan straightened.
"Where?"
Reynolds looked at Lauren.
"Your family's lake house."
Lauren went still.
"No one has used that place since my father died."
"Someone used its internet connection eight minutes ago."
Ethan reached for his coat.
Reynolds raised a hand.
"You are not coming."
"It's our property."
"And possibly an active hideout."
"Victor was just there."
"Which is exactly why you're not coming."
Lauren touched Ethan's arm.
"Let them go first."
He hated that she was right.
Reynolds left with two officers.
Ethan and Lauren remained in the office while Harriet's audit team secured the servers.
At 10:41, Reynolds called.
"The house is empty."
Ethan closed his eyes.
"How long ago did he leave?"
"We don't know yet."
"Anything there?"
Reynolds paused.
"Yes."
Lauren moved closer to the phone.
"What?"
"A room upstairs with Emily Mercer's belongings."
Lauren's hand covered her mouth.
Reynolds continued.
"And a voice recorder."
"What's on it?"
"We haven't played all of it."
"Have you played any of it?"
Another pause.
"Enough to know Claire was at the lake house with Victor before you disappeared."
Ethan looked at Lauren.
"What did she say?"
Reynolds's answer was quiet.
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