One morning, an envelope arrived—an invitation to Carter Technologies’ annual shareholder meeting. I held it in my hands, trembling. This was no longer about survival. It was about closure.
The ballroom was packed with investors, murmuring about the company’s recent troubles. Michael stood at the podium, confident but weary, delivering empty promises.
Whispers spread instantly. Michael’s voice faltered when he saw me.
“Good afternoon,” I said clearly. “My name is Emily Carter—and I’m not just a shareholder. I’m someone who knows exactly how irresponsibly this company has been managed.”
The audience turned silent.
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